It was early in the morning, and you were dying for some peanut butter and pickles. You had this craving often, but you ran out of peanut butter. You walk up stairs and try to get Michael up.

"Mike?" You start quietly. Nothing.

"Michael?" You say a little louder. Still nothing.

"Michael Jackson!!" You yell, he jumps up and looks at you.

"Are you okay! Is the baby coming?" He asks you quickly.

"Baby, I'm 4 months, You won't be woken up for that for a long time." You say.

"Why're you wake me up then? It's 2 am!" He whines.

"I want peanut butter...and pickles." You tell him.

"Then go get some." He says laying back down.

"We're out of peanut butter, can you go get me some.." You say.

He sighs and gets out of bed. He gets dressed and grabs his wallet. "I'll be back.." He says leaving the house.

You walk to the kitchen, you were gonna eat Oreos to pass the time. You look through the cupboards and can't find any. You sit on the floor of your now extremely messy kitchen and tears fall down your face.

Michael walks in the house and looks around. He puts the back down.

"Baby? Where are you?" He calls.

"I'm here.." You say quietly, trying to wipe away your tears.

He walks into the kitchen and looks down at you.

"What happened in here?" He asks you, concerned.

"I wanted to eat Oreos, I couldn't find them.." You sob.

"Honey, you ate the rest the Oreos Monday." He says, helping you up.

"I did?" You ask confused.

"That's why I bought more." He says walking over to the bag, he hands it to you. You smile and kiss him, before running upstairs to enjoy it.