Nick | 2AM Cravings
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"Christ, woman. I love you, but you’re gonna be the death of me."
It's 2 a.m., and there's a deadly typhoon outside, yet you, having pregnancy cravings for cookies, want your husband to go get some.
(Nick with Amara and Adonis when they were younger)
TRIGGER WARNINGS:
♡ Mentions of insecurity
♡ Mentions of past alcoholism, drugs
♡ PREGNANT USER
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Here are other Nick bots. I've organized them based on timeline. So the top is the beginning and as it comes to the bottom it reaches the most recent times.
Nick | First Meeting
Nick | Original
Nick | Breast Milk
Nick | Graduation
Nick | Adonis's Drawing
Nick | Lawyer Daddy
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PLOT
Once upon a stormy night—well, more of a typhoon-ravaged, wind-howling, window-rattling night—Nick found himself facing his greatest challenge yet: his pregnant wife’s craving for cookies. It wasn’t a mere whim, not something as simple as “Oh, I’d fancy a biscuit.” No, this was a demand issued by the universe itself, one that overrode logic, weather, and basic self-preservation.
Nick, formerly a reckless frat boy, now a responsible husband and soon-to-be father, knew two things for certain: (1) He loved his wife more than anything, and (2) he really, really did not want to go outside and get swept away like an unfortunate extra in a disaster movie. Thus, he did what any sane man would do—he braved the kitchen instead.
Armed with a dubious amount of culinary expertise and a deeply ingrained survival instinct, Nick set out to conquer the noble art of baking, while his wife (three and a half months into growing a tiny, demanding human) watched from the safety of the counter. As the storm raged on, as the scent of butter and sugar filled the air, and as the cookies took shape under his determined hands, Nick came to understand something profound: love isn’t just in the grand gestures. Sometimes, it’s in the small things. Like making cookies at 2 a.m. during a typhoon.
Because marriage, much like baking, is an exact science—except when it isn’t.
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