Malia had come home later than she said but I didn't bother to say anything to her because I didn't feel like getting yelled at.
I've been laying on the couch for more than an hour not able to sleep. I just want Malia next to me.
I hear the sound of the refrigerator door opening, I look up and see Malia grabbing the tub of vanilla ice cream and chocolate fudge. She sits down on the ground in a large t-shirt in front of the fridge drizzling the fudge in the tub of ice cream.
I hear her sobbing and watch as shes throwing the container of ice cream. I jump up from the pull out couch quickly walking over to Malia.
"Baby are you okay" I grab her and pull her into my chest.
"I-I j-just want some c-chocolate ice cream" she cries, I can't help but chuckle at her complaint.
"I swear we have some in the freezer" I tell her
"N-no we don't!" She complains
"Why are crying over chocolate ice baby" I hold her face in my hands.
"I'm craving it so badly" she sniffs "I'm an emotional wreck" she whines "I'm half asleep and I just want some pickles with my ice cream" I've heard of weird pregnancy food cravings but pickles and ice cream never crossed my mind.
"I'll go get you some chocolate ice cream and pickles baby"
She looks up at me her brown eyes blood shot "R-really?"
"Yep, now go back to bed and I'll be back. Okay?" She nods in response and mopes away.
I drive down to the local supermarket quickly grabbing a jar of pickles and a tub of chocolate ice cream. When I get back to the house I quickly grab a spoon from the kitchen and rush into the bedroom.
"Here you go" I hand her the ice cream and pickles.
"Thank you" I watch as she starts to eat the ice cream and pickles together.
I just cringe "How do you eat them together"
"I dunno they just taste good together" she says with a full mouth "You wanna try".
I quietly chuckle at her generosity "No baby I'm good"
"Why do you still call me baby.. when I've just been yelling at you and cursing at you for the last day" she says.
"Because you'll always be my baby" I let out a big breath and stand up. Malia sets the food on the night stand "Here I'll take that"
"Thanks" she yawns
I bring the food into the kitchen putting it away, I grab Malia a glass of water heading back to the bedroom "Here I brought you a glass of water" she smiles and snuggles into the comforter "Okay well I'm gonna go to bed" I turn around and feel her grab my hand.
"No.. Stay with me?" I can't help smile. I guess I earned my spot back in the bedroom which is a step towards her forgiving me.
I get into bed, laying down, facing Malia. "Do you ever feel like this whole plan we have will all fall apart" she says while scooting closer to me.
"We will have our ups and downs like yesterday.. But we will always find our way back to each other" I say softly.
Malia smiles "I'm sorry" her hand cresses my cheek.
"No baby you have no reason to be sorry you reacted the way anybody would.. I'm sorry" I pull her hand off my cheek bringing to my mouth and kissing the top of her hand.
"I love you" she whispers, her eyes slowly start closing, and her breathing becomes heavier.
"I love you too"