you sat on the couch with your eyes glued to the tv, be side you sat the cakes you'd been craving the past week
as you felt around to eat another one you frowned as they were no longer there, you looked to your side to them gone and the culprit walking away.
"eh, Mark?" you sternly said,
"(Y/N) i think you've had enough of these" he put the cakes onto the kitchen counter, he turned to you with an arched brow, you tutted.
"I'm eight months pregnant i can eat what i want!"
, the corner of lip twitched into a smirk, he looked down at the cake then you "don't. you. dare"you said threateningly squinting your eyes pointing at him, he picked the last one up and unraveled it from the wrapper, his eyes filled with desire gazing at every angle of it, your brows furrowed ." Mark, i swear to g-"
Mark didn't seem to care, he still put the cake in his mouth and gave you a smug look after, you wanted to get up and slap it out of his mouth yet, being so big it wasn't that simple, you exaggerated your frustrated sigh cutting your gaze from him to the tv.
"(Y/N)" he chuckled, you weren't having it. (Y/N) it was a joke" you shot him a confused glair. "i got you another packet earlier" he reached into the cupboard bringing out an untouched box, your brows softened as he put the box beside you with a kiss on your forehead.
"thank you" you muttered.