"Norman," I called out to him again. He didn't answer me; he didn't move, and I don't even want to imagine what will happen if the contractions hit me in the night and he is asleep like a log. "Norman... Norman!"He stood up quickly and looked at me scared; I wanted to laugh, but I held back. He looked funny, with his disheveled hair, puffy face, and his little eyes barely showing."What happened? Are you okay? Are you in pain? Is the puppy coming? Tell me, Klaus, don't be quiet." He asked very worriedly.Seriously, Norman is funny. How can you say that if our baby is coming? I'm only four months old!"Norman, first let me talk, and second, finish waking up.""I'm sorry, honey; I got scared. What's wrong?""Sorry for waking you up, Norman, but I have a craving, and what I want is not in the house," I pouted, and he laughed softly."What craving do you want, honey?""I want ice cream with chocolate chip cookies, honey, and peach," I said, smiling."All that?" I looked at him incredulous
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