Hungry for what?

" Are we done?"

" No" I reply immediately looking at my new husband with a glare as I chew the pasta in my mouth, that he so deliciously made.

Throughout the night, the guests kept us I'm busy, and I was so busy being the perfect wife that I completely missed my dinner.

And where I can go for a day without eating, the baby growing inside me needs to eat.

It's not like there was no food at the reception. There was plenty of it. And so many cuisines, some of the cuisines were my favorite.

I should have drooled over them and should have pounced on the memo et I saw them.

But that very moment my hormones decided to kick in, and even the sight of my favorite food was making me feel as if I want to throw up.

And hence though I wanted to couldn't eat anything, except the lava cake. Which by the way is not enough to fulfill the apatite of a pregnant moment.

The pregnant woman inside me wanted to throw a tantrum right there, the woman wanted to throw her legs and whine for