“You wanna hang out today?” you said, talking to your boyfriend through the phone. “Was just about to call to ask you the same thing.”

You could feel his smile through the phone. 

“I’ll come over, like in 15.”

Peter’s house always felt like a safe haven for you. It always smelled good, Aunt May was making a banana bread when you came over. There was always love within the home, and they made you apart of it. “Y/N!” May said, answering the door. “Happy Birthday,” she whispered to you. “How did you know?” you asked, confused. “Facebook, honey! It tells all your friends when it’s your birthday.” she chuckled. Peter came flying down the stairs just as May exited to the kitchen. 

“Hello,” he grinned, holding something behind his back and rocking back and forth on his heels. “Oh god Pete, not you too.” He pulled a beautiful bouquet of flowers out from behind him. Your heart melted at the gesture. “There beautiful! Thank you,” you said, sniffing them. Peter stood and basked in the praise from you. “Here, you gotta smell.” you said, stuffing the flowers in his face. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked. You followed him up the stairs to his bedroom. “I didn’t think about it. Birthdays don't mean as much to me as they do to other people,”

Now to think of it, these flowers were the first birthday gift you had received in years. “Well, I got you more.” Peter said. “Peter- the flowers were more than enough,” you said, internally dying inside. God, you loved your boyfriend. “Nope! I insist,” he smiled, rummaging through his closet. You sat on his bed, and stared at him throwing clothes and old shoe boxes behind him. “Aha!” he exclaimed, pulling out a tiny box. 

“I’ve had it for a while and I’ve been meaning to give it to you. Perfect timing!” he said. He sat down next to you, waiting in anticipation for you to open it. 

You unwrapped the small box and found a jewelry box holder inside. “Peter, I hope you didn’t spend much on this,” you sighed. “No, actually, I made it.” he said proudly. Your heart melt more than it already was. You opened the box to find a tiny welded spider charm on a necklace chain. “Peter, it’s gorgeous.” you smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. “Thank you,”

Peter was all proud of himself for being the world’s best boyfriend. He was smiling and giggling like a child. “Let me put it on,” he said, wrapping the cold chain around your neck. You got up and looked in his mirror. It hung perfectly on your chest. “I love it, oh my god.” you said, twisting the charm around in your fingers. 

It was your birthday. Turning 33 was not as you planned. You were heavily pregnant with your third, ready to give birth in about two weeks. “Mommy,” Christopher, your three year old cried. You glanced at the clock. 2:44 AM. “Yes baby,” you groaned, sitting up in bed. “There’s a monster in my closet.”

“A monster?” your husband asked, turning over in bed. “Let’s see,” he smiled, placing a re assuring hand on Christopher’s back as they walked to his room. You laid carefully back down in bed, waiting for your husband to return. 

He came back in the room and shut the door quietly. He climbed in bed, moving to cradle you and what he could hold of your stomach. “Happy Birthday,” he whispered in your ear. “Best birthday ever, so far.” you smiled.

-

“Sam, are you up?” you called to your daughter. “Yes mom!” she yelled back. She was your oldest, your seven your old. You cracked another egg on the stove, trying not to throw up from the smell. It was Christopher’s favorite food, the only thing he insisted on eating. 

“Eggs again?” Samantha sighed, walking into the kitchen. “Eat up,” you said, placing the plates in front of your kids. “Alright,” Peter said, walking into the kitchen. He was ready for work, book bag slung over his arm. “Thank you for the coffee,” he said, and kissed you on the cheek. “Ew!” both of your kids said, and Peter just went in for another. “Alright, alright.” you laughed, handing him his thermos of coffee. “You ready?” Peter asked Samantha. She was a first grader now, and Peter would drop her off at school before he went to work. “Chris, you be good for your mom.” he said, ruffling his hair. “I’ll see you tonight,” he said to you, and snuck another kiss on the cheek before running after Sam to get her in the car. 

-

“And we can do all the coloring and I- I can show him my toys and…” Christopher was naming. He was telling you all the things he hoped to do with his new baby brother on the way. You were in the nursery, folding out the new babies clothes while your son babbled behind you. “Christopher honey, what do you want to name the baby?” you asked out of curiosity. You and Peter haven’t chose a solid names yet. 

Benjamin was out of the question, it was already Christopher’s middle name.

You have talked about Jacob, or something more out there such as August. But nothing sat right with you two quite yet. 

“I’m going to name him hot dog!” Christopher exclaimed. “Hot dog?” you chuckled, turning around. “Yes! It is my second most favorite food b-but naming him after my first favorite food would just be silly,” he laughed, rolling around on the floor. Baby egg you thought to yourself. Wasn’t half wrong. 

-

You had put Christopher down for his nap. You were scrolling on your phone, watching those Instagram chefs cook. This video was themed ‘Pineapple’, and my god you were craving it more than anything. Your phone rang, it was your husband. 

“And how is my beautiful wife doing on her birthday?” he asked. 

“She is very tired. And craving Pineapple,” 

“Pineapple?” Peter asked

“I saw this Instagram video and-”

“Babe, you’ve got to stay off of food Instagram while your pregnant. I can’t cook like those chefs!” he laughed. 

“Will you bring me some?” you asked.

“For you? Of course.”

-

The pineapple cravings were taking over your brain. You couldn’t stop thinking about it, it drove you nuts. You were this close to going to the store to buy some. And trust me, bringing a three year old to a grocery store while pregnant was not an easy activity. But just as you were about to get up to go, you saw Peter’s car roll into the driveway. 

“Daddy got a lot of Pineapples,” Samantha said walking in, and throwing her backpack on the table. “Pineapfels?” Christopher asked, stepping out into the garage to see. “Woah!” you heard him say. You waddled out to the garage and was stunned. 

Pineapples solid

Pineapples cut up

Pineapple juice

Pineapple slices

Pineapple juice

Pineapple upside down cake

and Pineapple vodka

“You need some help there, Pineapple man?” you called out to your husband. 

“Nope! Chris, bring Mommy a pineapple.” he asked his son. Christopher picked a pineapple out from the pile he had bought, and presented it to you. “Happy Birthday mama,” he smiled. “Thank you baby,” you said as he ran back into the house. “Vodka? Really?” you huffed. “Hey, I mean in a few weeks,” Peter laughed.

-

Peter had just finished helping Samantha with her homework and you had just put down Chris. The night was winding down.

Easily, already a container of pineapple was gone. You and your family had a hefty amount at dinner. Well, you had it to spare. Peter had bought enough pineapple to last the whole year if it could.

Samantha was finally in bed, and you were exhausted.

Peter had brought a bowl of pineapple into bed. “I’m sorry today was kind of boring,” he said, placing the bowl between his legs. “Peter, today was perfect.” you smiled. “How was the baby?” he asked, now rubbing your back. You sighed in relief. “Good, Chris came up with a really great name,” you laughed. “Hmm? And what would that be?” he asked. “Baby Hot Dog.” “Hot Dog?” Peter laughed. “Yes, because naming him after his first favorite food would be inappropriate.” you smiled. 

“What a kid,” Peter laughed again. “We have to choose a name soon,” you sighed, rubbing the sides of your stomach. Peter was silent for a moment. “What about Henry?” he asked. The name clicked in your brain and just sounded right. Henry Harry Parker. “Where did you come up with that? I love it,” “Really, honestly? It was the cashier’s name at the grocery store.” he chuckled. “Jesus Peter,” you sighed. “I mean, I’m down for Henry if you are.” he said, moving back over to his side of the bed. “Well, yeah. I mean, I now really love the name Henry. I’m kind of set on it, now that you mention it.” “Well, perfect. Naming our son after a grocer.” Peter said sarcastically. “A very noble profession, I must say.”

“You want to pick a movie?” he asked, handing you the remote. You decided on (your favorite movie). “Again?” Peter groaned, chewing on a piece of pineapple. “Oh sorry I didn’t want to watch Star Wars for the thousandth time,” you laughed. Bantering like the old days. 

You started to feel sleepy about half way through. Peter noticed and squeezed your hand. 

“We can finish it tomorrow night,” he asked. You nodded and yawned. “Thank you for the wonderful birthday,” you said, smiling. You leaned over and kissed your husband goodnight. 

“Hey baby,”

“Yes?”