My Personal Food Critic

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"Baby, will you come to try this, please?" you call out, standing in front of the stove and stirring the sauce with a spoon.

You hear Jenna's footsteps coming towards you.

"I don't think it's good", you sigh, feeling stressed.

You hear Jenna chuckle. She grabs a spoon from the drawer and kisses your cheek.

"Hush, let me try it." You watch her take the spoon to her mouth, trying the sauce.

She doesn't say anything at first, only making you more anxious.

You're a culinary student, and you have an exam tomorrow. Over the last few weeks, you've been perfecting your dishes as much as you can.

With Jenna happily trying whatever you made, she was practically your food critic.

Cupping your face, she smiles. "It's delicious."

"Are you sure?" you ask.

She kisses you softly, making you relax as you wrap your arms around her waist.

"I would never lie to you, my love. Besides, my taste is impeccable," she grins.

"Is that so?" you smile, pecking her lips.

"I chose you, didn't I?" she kisses you again, making you chuckle.

"You're adorable" You kiss her forehead, hugging her tight.

You hold her for a while before you hear her stomach growl. She pulls back suddenly, and you look at her, confused.

"Are you ok, my love?" you question.

She shakes her head. "No, I feel sick, " she says before abruptly going to the bathroom.

You follow her quickly, just in time to hold her hair back as she starts throwing up into the toilet.

You rub her back gently, trying to soothe her. She stops throwing up after a few minutes, leaning back against the wall.

"Are you feeling any better?" you ask, holding her hand gently.

She nods, and you help her stand up to brush her teeth.

"I'm so sorry, my love; I didn't mean to make you sick", you apologise while handing her a towel to wipe her mouth.

She shakes her head. "It wasn't from the food."

"Then what's wrong? Did you catch a stomach bug?" you ask, concern evident.

"No baby, come with me," she says before taking your hand, leading you to sit on the bed.

She gets up and grabs something from her bedside table.

Sitting beside you, she sighs, "I'm sorry; I wanted to tell you in a fun way. I didn't want you to get distracted from your exam."

Suddenly, it hits you.

"Jenna, are you pregnant? Did the treatment work?" you ask quietly, sending her a soft smile.

She sniffles, her eyes welling up with tears as she nods.

You pull her into a tight hug, tears escaping your own eyes.

Suddenly you pull back, your face looking concerned again. "I'm sorry, my love. Did I hug you too tight? Do you feel sick? How can I help?"

Jenna chuckles, pecking her lips to stop you from rambling.

"Stop worrying. I'm feeling better now. Just cuddle with me."

"Of course", you nod, helping Jenna get under the covers.

She lays her head on your chest, and you kiss her forehead.

"We're gonna be parents", you whisper excitedly, caressing her side softly.

She smiles, kissing your cheek. "I'm so excited. A mini you running around the house is all I want."

You look down at her and shake your head. "Nope, sorry darling, I want multiple little Jenna clones running around. It'll be the cutest thing."

Jenna giggles, kissing you softly.

You caress her cheek, and she looks at you lovingly, whispering.

"Well, either way, we'll cheer you on tomorrow. You'll do great, my love."

You grin, lifting her shirt slowly and caressing her stomach lightly.

"Of course, I'll do great, my love; soon enough, I'll have two personal food critics to keep me right", you whisper, making Jenna laugh.

Total words: 645

A/N

A bit of a random one, but I had some time so I decided to post

Gonna post a character imagine later in the week so please be patient with me!

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