Alessandro Moreti

You were 5 months pregnant, luckily the biggest inconvenience was the cravings you had late at night when you would wake up embarrassed to your husband to fulfill your whims and obviously Alessandro did it; reluctantly and sometimes muttering curses because you interrupted his sleep; but he did it.

Tonight was one of those nights. You lay awake in bed, glancing at the clock—it was 1 a.m. Your gaze drifted to your husband, who was sleeping peacefully beside you. You wondered how to tell him about your craving. Sometimes you felt bad about waking him up so late at night because of your cravings, but it wasn't really your fault, was it? It was your son who preferred to give you the strongest cravings at night rather than during the day. You sighed.

—"Ale" you murmured softly, gently moving Katsuki's arm; he looked like a sleeping stone. —"Alessa..." you said again, this time moving him more, but nothing.

—"Alessandro!" You raised your already serious voice a little more, causing a 'mhhhm?' to come out of your husband's mouth, still with his back to you. The serious expression disappeared from your face, being replaced by a relaxed one.

"I'm craving pizza and chocolate cake..." you said softly. He stopped turning his back to you and faced you, rubbing his eyes before glancing at his watch.

"Damn... At one in the morning?" He looked at you, still with squinting eyes and yawning. You just nodded, looking at him pleadingly.

—"Where am I supposed to find pizza and chocolate cake at this hour, ____?" he said your name seriously. You just pouted, making him look at you and sigh as you got out of bed and started putting on a coat and shoes, remembering the last time he didn't fulfill one of your cravings. You ended up crying and resenting him; to the point that you had packed your bags because, according to him, he had stopped loving you. Alessandro didn't know where he got the patience that night, but in the end you were happy with your craving. Alessandro: And what if I don't get it?

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