Hello! I am so so sorry! School has been keeping me quite busy, but I finally got something put together for you guys, yay! You guys are awesome! I appreciate your support! It means the world to me!
Real quick, I wanted to announce that I'm starting a one shot book in addition to this, so if you have any requests, message me! I hope to be prompt in posting the one shots!
Don't worry, I will continue to post in this book too! Love you guys so much! 

Jack:
"(Y/n), where in da hell do yo'se expect me ta find gingerbread in da middle a da night?" Jack grumbled at your request.
"Jack there is some on the counter." You pecked his cheek.
"All you wanna do anymore is eat gingerbread, cuddle, and have sex, not dat I'se complainin' 'bout da sex part, but is it healthy eaten all dat gingerbread?" Jack asked half teasingly.
"Idiot, that's not all I do." You grumbled teasing him back.
"You'se not answering da question strambo."
"I will be fine il mio cowboy pazzo (my crazy cowboy)." You rolled your eyes.
"Don't go callin' me crazy." He chuckled.
"Well you are."
"Ok, ok, let me go get you dat gingerbread." He climbed out of bed to return moments later with your much craved gingerbread.

Davey:
"No, you've had enough tea." David stepped in front of you as you went to put on the kettle again.
"But it's so soothing." You pouted up at him.
"You've put on three pots since I've been home, you could get water poisoning." He rationalized.
"Why do you hate me?" You teared up getting overly emotional.
"You know I don't hate you, you're just hormonal." He stated.
"Don't say that, I am not." You  started to cry.
"Awe, (y/n), don't cry." He pulled you into a hug.
"I'm sorry, I'm so hormonal, and I think I'm addicted to tea because I crave it so much." You sobbed.
"It's ok, I understand." David kiss the top of your head.
"I love you." You nuzzled your nose in his chest.
"Love you too." He rubbed your back and rocked you side to side and his arms.

Kid Blink:
"Ya want what?" Kid Blink about jumped at your odd request.
"All I'se been craving the last few months is cotton candy, it's just so sweet and melting your mouth." You reiterated.
"You'se insane, how da ya tink we'se gonna find dat?"
"I'se know, dat's why I never said nuthin, cuz I'se know it's not possible."
"I'm so sorry baby." Blink sighed.
"It's not the end of the world, I shouldn't have said something." You smiled softly, you really wanted that cotton candy though, a friend of yours had brought you back some from the world fair in St. Louis a year or so ago, and well, your pregnant self wanted some.
(A few days later...)
"Baby, I'm home." Blink called out, you had been making dinner, so you walked out from behind the stove, and around the corner to see Blink with his hands behind his back. You gave him a suspicious look.
"How was work?" You asked walking up to him getting up on your tippy toes to lace your hands around his neck. He pressed a soft kiss your lips.
"Not too bad, guess what I found?" He smiled wildly.
"I'm bad at guessing." You protruded your bottom lip. He kissed your bottom lip making you giggle.
"Well look at this!" He announced producing a newspaper package. You looked confused. "Open it!" He said excitedly.
"Ok, ok," You removed your arms from around his neck. You open the package carefully and there was, "COTTON CANDY!" You screeched happily.
You couldn't decide what had been sweeter, the candy or the kiss you two shared.

Spot:
"Not sauerkraut again." Spot groaned as he walked in from work, smelling the pungent aroma.
"I'm sorry Spot, it just always sounds so good anymore." You sighed, you were 2 and a half months pregnant and wanted scant else to eat but sauerkraut.
"I'm so sick of freaking sauerkraut." He grumbled unhappily.
"I also made you the potato pancakes that you love." You tries to remedy.
He lifted an eyebrow, "You did?" He asked a small smile creeping onto his face. "Those make me almost as happy as you do." He grinned even wider.
"See, not so bad right?" You looked up at him smiling widely. He shook his head and planted a kiss to your lips.
"Lets just hope you stop craving sauerkraut real soon." He mumbled inciting a laugh from you.

Mush:
You place the small pot of soup in the middle of the table along with a loaf of homemade bread. Just then Mush walked in the door.
"Something smells good sunshine." He grinned, the two of you embraced and shared a slow passionate kiss.
"That would be dinner." You grinned up at him.
"Well let's hope it taste as good as it smells." He teased, you were a pretty good cook, and he knew it.
"We shall see." You teased back and went to the table where you ladled  out two bowls of soup, one for each of you, and sliced a few slices of bread. You had already filled the classes with water.
"Thank you sunshine." Mush smile picking up a spoonful of soup. He put the soup in his mouth and swallowed. "This is a goo- ah, it burns!" He exclaimed downing in the water quickly.
"What?" You asked as you kept eating.
"How can you eat this? It's so spicy!" He choked out.
"Taste good to me." You admitted.
"It's way too spicy!"
"I love spicy these days." You mumbled. "I'm sorry for disappointing you, I can fix you something else. I could add some milk to neutralize the spiciness." You ramble.
"Milk would help." Mush chuckled.
"I am so sorry."
"Stop apologizing, you can't help that you're pregnant."
"You're too kind." You poured some milk in his bowl.
"No, you're the one is too good to me." He grinned, tasted the soup, then grinned wider. "Much better, thank you baby."

Crutchy:
"(Y/n), you know I'm a nonjudgmental person." Crutchy groaned.
"Yes, I'm sensing a butt." You said having swallowed a bite of your  pickle dipped in jam.
"But," he started
"I knew it." You chuckled cutting him off.
"But, that is disgusting!" He grimaced as you took another bite.
"It's so good though." You laughed.
"Sorry, but it's nasty." He complained.
"You should try it." You teased.
Crutchy gagged. "You know what, I'm going to go." He mumbled, a small smile on his face, for all of this was in good fun and you both knew it.
"That's fine with me, I'll just keep enjoying my Saturday afternoon snack." You grinned.
"We are both such nuts." Crutchy chuckled.
"That we are." You agreed.

Racetrack:
"You know what I love about Illinois more than New York?" You asked Race as you took a stroll in the brisk autumn air.
"Besides the lesser amount of people?" Race asked a smile on his face.
"Well besides that, the apples here taste so good! And the cider doesn't even need to be spiked to be delicious." You squeezed his hand that was in yours.
"You have been making and drinking too much apple cider." Race chuckled.
"We have five apple trees, I have more apples than I know what to do it, not to mention I'm craving it a lot more these days."
Race laughed. "I love you so much." He squeezed your hand and pulled you closer so he could swing his arm over your shoulders.
"I love you so much too." You grinned
"What do you want to do once we get home?" He asked with a look in his eyes. You were only three months along, so you didn't see the use in cutting out your bedroom relations just yet.
"Drink cider." You only have to teased.
Race laughed. "You're so cute," he kiss the top of your head.

Boots:
"Stop chewing on all that ice, it's so dirty and nasty!" Boots chastised you one evening when you were about five months along.
"But," you started but he cut you off.
"But nothing, you could get sick." He looked at you concerned.
"I know you're just looking out for my well-being James, but I just can't get rid of this craving for chewing on the ice."
"Well find a better thing to crave." He prompted.
"It doesn't work that way." You looked at him with a bit of amusement in your eyes.
"It doesn't?"
"No it doesn't." You chuckled.
"It's still nasty." He made a face.
"I'm sorry."
"I guess you can't help it." He sighed.
"Now you're getting it." You grinned, which caused him to laugh.

Specs:
"This is just the worst!" You groaned talking with your mom one afternoon as you both did the wash for your respective households, yours just comprised of you at the moment, seeing as how Specs was out of town, and he had been for three months, as long as you have been pregnant, and he would be gone for another 2 to 3 weeks.
"What do you mean?" Your mom asked.
"I can't stop thinking about Gregory." You sighed.
"He is your husband." She chuckled.
"I mean like in bed." You blushed slightly.
"Oh?" Your mom smirked.
"Mom!" You gasped slightly surprised.
"You craving sex are you?" She asked matter-of-factly more like a statement then a question.
"Mom!" You repeated followed by a chuckle "yes I do." You admitted shyly blushing.
"Nothing to be embarrassed about, have you wrote Gregory telling him?" Your mom never cease to amaze you.
"Yeah." You mumbled.
"Good, when he comes back a couple weeks, he's going to be so hot and bothered, and you so horny, I bet you a pot of potato soup you're in the bed the entire time he's back."
"Oh, my gosh mom!" You blush, "that could be a few weeks."
"So, its an easy bet right? She grinned.
"Ok, deal, be prepared to make me a pot of soup." You rolled your eyes and shook hands with your mother.
Let's just say your mom won that bet.

Skittery:
"Do you carry celery root?" You ask the mercantile worker.
"What's celery root?" A lad of 15 or so asked.
"It's a spicy used for cooking." You told him, you'd been having a craving for steamed potatoes seasoned with celery root, but you weren't sure they carried it in Wisconsin, which is pretty far from civilization in comparison to what you'd grown up with, New York City and all.
"Mom?" the boy called into the back.
"Yes Willie?" The mother question walking out.
"Do we have celery root?" The boy asked.
"Celery root, of course we have celery root, what do you think we are savages?" The woman swatted him with the dish cloth that was had previously rest on her shoulder. "Where is it?" He asked blushing that he got reprimanded in front of a pretty girl.
"Well, I'll show you, I'm sorry ma'am, he's one of my more slow children." The woman said.
"It's not a problem." You smiled softly.
After returning home, you made dinner complete with steamed potatoes seasoned with celery root. Both you and Skittery enjoyed it immensely.

Bumlets:
"Bumlets, what are the chances that I can get some cheese?" You asked before you left for market on a pleasant Saturday morning.
"Why are you asking me?" Bumlets asked.
"Last time you had cheese, it was like a natural disaster." You stated.
"Ugg, I remember now." He groaned.
"But I've been craving cheese, if I get some will you swear not to touch it?"
"Yes, I swear, I won't touch it." He replied.
"Ok, good, I'll see you in a little bit." You smiled widely.
"Give me a kiss first?" He pouted gripping your waist.
"Have I ever been able to say no to you?" You pecked his lips gently.
"How true." He grinned and kissed you more passionately.