Zane~Chan Fluff One-Shots - //After Starlight//

Oneshot #17: Cravings

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Pickles, chocolate, and tuna.
Zane read the grocery list, shaking his head. Nana was almost 3 months along into her pregnancy and was already having cravings. As he grabbed the jar of pickles from the MyMart shelf, he thought about their baby and its future, smiling to himself every once and a while.
Zane imagined Nana holding their newborn on her stomach, and blushed softly at the thought of them having a real family. It wasn't just going to be the two of them anymore.
A cute looking onesie in the baby section caught Zane's eye. "Hm.." He hummed to himself, feeling the material. Soft, he thought. Preemie sized. We shouldn't buy anything until the baby arrives, though..
A loud greeting from behind him startled the man, and he jumped as Travis tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey, that's a cute onesie! Checking out baby stuff, eh?" Travis nudged, and Zane nodded, smiling slightly. "Yeah. What're you shopping for?"
The male in the green sweatshirt motioned to his shopping cart, which was full of diapers, baby food, and.. potato chips?
"What're all the potato chips for?" Zane pondered, counting the bags. "4 family bags? Dude, that's a lot.."
Travis just laughed, before looking Zane dead in the eye. "I'm just happy the pregnancy cravings are over, but Katelyn still stress-eats."
Zane cursed under his breath, crossing the pickles off of his list. "Well, mine aren't. Seriously, I love her and all, but pickles and tuna?" The raven haired male shook his head, sighing audibly. "It's kind of ridiculous."
Travis chuckled, eyeing a pack of toddler socks from the "1-3 Year Olds" section. "I'll leave you to it, then," He said, before wandering off into the endless abyss of infant sized clothing.
Zane finished off his list before returning home, lost in thought until he pulled into the driveway.
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"Honey, did you get the tuna?"
Nana was laying on the couch surfing channels in the living room, watching lazily.
"Shouldn't you move around? Isn't it kind of uncomfortable to not get your blood flowing?" Zane asked, covering his wife up with a blanket.
"No, and you didn't answer my question," Nana snapped, crossing her arms. Zane kissed her forehead and bent down to kiss her swelling stomach. He then got up to retrieve the tuna from the grocery bags.
"Have you had any name ideas?" Zane asked her, to which Nana shook her head.
"No.. I tried looking online, but all of the ones I liked were too obscure. I don't want our kid to be made fun of."
Zane scratched his chin thoughtfully, agreeing. "For sure."
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For the next few weeks it was the same. Zane buying more strange food requests to satisfy Nana's cravings, and the occasional run in with somebody on the street at the grocery store. It was... peaceful.
One day, Zane arrived home from his job to discover Nana cooking dinner in the kitchen. His protective instincts took over, and before he knew it he was guiding her to the couch.
"Zane, I can cook dinner you know! I'm not completely incapable!" She had yelled, but Zane just shook his head.
"But our baby needs to be healthy when it comes. I don't want any surgeries because you decided one day to cook Spaghetti and didn't give yourself a break! I'm just looking out for you," Zane explained, his tone harsher than intended. Nana looked disappointed and almost hurt. Zane quickly apologized, cupping her cheek in his hand. "Nana, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said.. I shouldn't have said it like that. Of course our baby will be healthy, I'm just worried, and I guess I'm overprotective- we'll, I'm not over-protective, I'm just protecting you from anything that could ever harm you, but-"
As Zane rambled, Nana smiled up at her husband. He was trying to desperately to make her happy again; she admired his will to keep her smiling. As a silent thank you, she cut him off with a kiss, reaching her arms up to get to his level. When they pulled away Zane almost looked surprised.
"What did I do to.. deserve that?" He chuckled, blushing softly. Nana just giggled, and returned to the kitchen. "Nothing. I just love you," She turned around mid-way, meeting Zane's gaze, "But I'm making dinner, because the last time you made Spaghetti it tasted like burnt noodles."
Zane's gaze was so fixed on her that he hardly noticed her insult.
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I know I've already said this before, but thank you for 2,000+ reads! I know this book isn't necessarily oneshots in the traditional way, but I hope you enjoy that they somewhat tell a story. I'm going to be using my headcanon of the MyStreet children, as I have been doing. Thank you so so so much for all of the support, I love you all to bits and pieces!! 💕💕