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-an #emibonnie inspired au The cravings only became stranger. By the fifth month, Emi had developed a routine. She kept an emergency snack bag in the car. It contained crackers, chocolates, dried mangoes, candies, biscuits, nuts, chips, and one mysterious container of pickles that Emi refused to discuss. There were also three different flavors of ice cream in their freezer. Vanilla. Chocolate. And something called “salted caramel cheesecake explosion.” Emi had bought it because Bonnie once stared at it in the supermarket for eleven seconds. Eleven seconds was enough. Emi knew the rules like the back of her hand. If Bonnie stared at something for more than five seconds, it was coming home. One afternoon, they were watching television when Bonnie suddenly sat up. “Babe...” she softly called but Emi didn't even look away from the television. “No.” “Hey! You don't even know what I'm going to say.” “Yeah. But I know that voice.” “What voice?” “The voice that costs me my sanity.” Bonnie laughed out loud as she swat Emi’s arm. “I want something.” “Of course you do.” “I want…” She paused and Emi patiently waited for her wife to continue. “Pancakes.” “Sure.” “With fried chicken.” Hearing that, Emi slowly turned toward her. “Pancakes?” “Yes.” “Fried chicken?” She asked with a strange expression. “Yes.” Bonnie answered with a grin. “Together?” “Yes.” “Like… you mean, on the same plate?” Bonnie nodded. “And maple syrup.” That made Emi looked horrified. “Maple syrup on the chicken?” “Yes!” “That absolutely sounds strange.” Bonnie pouted. “But the baby wants it.” “Oh yeah? Well, the baby has been alive for five months and I can say that she already has terrible taste.” Bonnie gasped and swatted Emi again and the latter winced because this time, Bonnie had done it a little stronger. “Hey! Don't you insult our child.” “I’m not insulting our child. I’m questioning her culinary judgment.” Emi said in defense and Bonnie immediately crossed her arms and lift an eyebrow. “Fine. I’ll remember this day, Thasorn!” “What does that mean?” “Nothing.” “Babe...” “I said, nothing.” Five minutes later, Emi was in the kitchen. Because apparently “nothing” meant get the frying pan and do whatever her wife said. … At the doctor's appointment, the doctor smiled while looking at the chart. “Hmmm… I can say, everything looks healthy here.” Bonnie beamed and Emi practically melted with relief. “How have the cravings been?” The doctor asked casually. Bonnie looked at Emi. Emi looked at Bonnie. The doctor noticed and threw a teasing look. “What is going on here lovebirds?” Emi cleared her throat. “Nothing.” Bonnie smiled. “Our baby likes interesting combinations.” That made the doctor laughed. “Such as?” Bonnie began counting on her fingers. “Fries and ice cream.” The doctor nodded. “That's fairly common.” “Pancakes and fried chicken.” The doctor paused. “Hmmm. That’s Interesting.” “Pickles with chocolate.” Emi added. The doctor blinked. “Okay.” “Watermelon with cheese.” -Emi “Okay…” “And one time she asked me to put potato chips inside a peanut butter sandwich.” The doctor looked at Emi. “Did you?” Emi nodded solemnly. “What to do? I love my wife.” The doctor laughed. “You're a very supportive partner.” “I have no choice.” Bonnie nudged her. “Hey! I’m right here.” “I know, Babe.” “And you love me.” “In that case, veeeeeery muuuuuch.” “Then say it properly.” Emi obediently turned to the doctor and smiled. “She is the love of my life.” Bonnie smiled. “And?” Emi sighed. “She is also the reason I now know seventeen different ways to prepare mango.” The doctor laughed and Bonnie leaned her head against Emi’s shoulder with a proud smile. “She's exaggerating.” “I am absolutely not.” Emi defended herself but gave her wife a peak of kiss before leaning onto Bonnie’s head.
-an #emibonnie inspired au The cravings only became stranger. By the fifth month, Emi had developed a routine. She kept an emergency snack bag in the car. It contained crackers, chocolates, dried mangoes, candies, biscuits, nuts, chips, and one mysterious container of pickles that Emi refused to discuss. There were also three different flavors of ice cream in their freezer. Vanilla. Chocolate. And something called “salted caramel cheesecake explosion.” Emi had bought it because Bonnie once stared at it in the supermarket for eleven seconds. Eleven seconds was enough. Emi knew the rules like the back of her hand. If Bonnie stared at something for more than five seconds, it was coming home. One afternoon, they were watching television when Bonnie suddenly sat up. “Babe...” she softly called but Emi didn't even look away from the television. “No.” “Hey! You don't even know what I'm going to say.” “Yeah. But I know that voice.” “What voice?” “The voice that costs me my sanity.” Bonnie laughed out loud as she swat Emi’s arm. “I want something.” “Of course you do.” “I want…” She paused and Emi patiently waited for her wife to continue. “Pancakes.” “Sure.” “With fried chicken.” Hearing that, Emi slowly turned toward her. “Pancakes?” “Yes.” “Fried chicken?” She asked with a strange expression. “Yes.” Bonnie answered with a grin. “Together?” “Yes.” “Like… you mean, on the same plate?” Bonnie nodded. “And maple syrup.” That made Emi looked horrified. “Maple syrup on the chicken?” “Yes!” “That absolutely sounds strange.” Bonnie pouted. “But the baby wants it.” “Oh yeah? Well, the baby has been alive for five months and I can say that she already has terrible taste.” Bonnie gasped and swatted Emi again and the latter winced because this time, Bonnie had done it a little stronger. “Hey! Don't you insult our child.” “I’m not insulting our child. I’m questioning her culinary judgment.” Emi said in defense and Bonnie immediately crossed her arms and lift an eyebrow. “Fine. I’ll remember this day, Thasorn!” “What does that mean?” “Nothing.” “Babe...” “I said, nothing.” Five minutes later, Emi was in the kitchen. Because apparently “nothing” meant get the frying pan and do whatever her wife said. … At the doctor's appointment, the doctor smiled while looking at the chart. “Hmmm… I can say, everything looks healthy here.” Bonnie beamed and Emi practically melted with relief. “How have the cravings been?” The doctor asked casually. Bonnie looked at Emi. Emi looked at Bonnie. The doctor noticed and threw a teasing look. “What is going on here lovebirds?” Emi cleared her throat. “Nothing.” Bonnie smiled. “Our baby likes interesting combinations.” That made the doctor laughed. “Such as?” Bonnie began counting on her fingers. “Fries and ice cream.” The doctor nodded. “That's fairly common.” “Pancakes and fried chicken.” The doctor paused. “Hmmm. That’s Interesting.” “Pickles with chocolate.” Emi added. The doctor blinked. “Okay.” “Watermelon with cheese.” -Emi “Okay…” “And one time she asked me to put potato chips inside a peanut butter sandwich.” The doctor looked at Emi. “Did you?” Emi nodded solemnly. “What to do? I love my wife.” The doctor laughed. “You're a very supportive partner.” “I have no choice.” Bonnie nudged her. “Hey! I’m right here.” “I know, Babe.” “And you love me.” “In that case, veeeeeery muuuuuch.” “Then say it properly.” Emi obediently turned to the doctor and smiled. “She is the love of my life.” Bonnie smiled. “And?” Emi sighed. “She is also the reason I now know seventeen different ways to prepare mango.” The doctor laughed and Bonnie leaned her head against Emi’s shoulder with a proud smile. “She's exaggerating.” “I am absolutely not.” Emi defended herself but gave her wife a peak of kiss before leaning onto Bonnie’s head.

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