"Bo... Boboiboy... Boboiboy? Are you awake?"

"Huh hm…? Hon? Wat'z it?" came a sleepy response.

"I want an apple pie." His wife whispered. After a brief, she added. "Actually, any cake that has apples would do."

Prying his eyes open with a little success, Boboiboy furrowed his eyebrows to peek at the corner of his powerband. 

2 a:m.

"Why apple?" He mumbled out of habit. That when he was able to sense the flat look Yaya giving him.

"Right, the craving." The man tried to shift a yawn. Boboiboy draps an arm over her waist and snuggled closer. "Just sleep on it, hon. There's no shop open at this time. I'll buy you one as soon as they open in the morning, 'kay?"

"But I can't sleep until I have a bite of apple pie now!" Yaya insisted, wriggling out of his hold. Boboiboy almost whined at the loss of her warmth as she suddenly snapped her fingers.

"I know! You can make it for me!"

He groaned out loud. "Honey, as much as I love you, I don't know how to make an apple pie, or anything like that."

And he was too tired to make an attempt.

"There are online recipes, and they are simple."

"Mm...mmh…" murmured Boboiboy, already halfway drifting off.

"Boboiboy bin Amato!" Yaya hisses his full name. At the hard poke at his side, he bounced his back straight on the bed, hands performing TAPOPS salut.

"Yes, Captain Boboiboy, at your service, sire!" He exclaimed with the most sober voice he could mutter in the current state, eyes still closed. In any other circumstances, Yaya would have laughed at his silliness. But right now, she pouted at the lack of attention from her drowsy husband. 

"Fine, just sleep. I will do it myself."

That immediately Boboiboy sat upright. Purely by his willpower and love for her, he managed to roll out of the bed and stopped Yaya just before she struggled to get off with her swollen belly. 

"No, no. Stay here. An apple pie. Got it." Boboiboy said, nudging her to lay down and tugging a light blanket over her for good measure. The image of his very pregnant wife down the stairs alone, much less roaming in the kitchen at the ungodly hour, was bad for his heart.

Things had started to take a weird turn as Yaya's hormones hit a month into her pregnancy. She suddenly began to crave the strangest things that existed. Boboiboy of course, had been doing the best he could to fulfill these urges or else his very much self-reliant wife would tried to accomplish it on her own in any way possible, without a single consideration of her physique.

This had been occurring for the past eight months, and none of it bothered Boboiboy though. He still swelled with pride each time he observed Yaya's growing belly, knowing that their child would come soon. Theirs. So, he very much appreciated when his wife didn't accidentally poison herself and the baby with her god-tier baking skills, even if it meant he would find himself stumble into the kitchen in the middle of the night, beginning his torment to make ah apple pie. 

Boboiboy opened the cabinet to check. Luck smiled at him as they appeared to have a few apples left inside the fridge and enough ingredients for a few attempts. He couldn't imagine what he would do if he had to drag his ass to the nearest convenience store, which was in the island's city center where they'd usually take two buses to reach.

Taking out all necessary ingredients, Boboiboy held up the phone one hand, the other trying to follow the simplest introduction video he could find. This was the battle he had to fight alone. Ochobot was in the middle of his charging. Atok was excluded due to his age, and his father had been away for a mission in a neighboring Galaxy.

Splitting himself was also a big no no. Two or three more drowsy Boboiboys in the kitchen would create nothing but chaos, or worse, something would definitely explode. The last thing he wished would be waking up the whole house and the surrounding streets because of a damn apple pie.

By the time Boboiboy somehow succeeded to bake a cake instead of an unidentifiable burnt… thing, the sky had become lighter and there was a faint hue in the horizon. Carrying his sweet trophy, he tiptoed back to his and Yaya's cozy bedroom. To his not much surprise, his lovely wife had been fast asleep since it was roughly thirty minutes before their first prayer of the day. 

Boboiboy was torn between letting out a sigh and groaning. However, after another look at Yaya's peaceful expression, he settled with a shrug. His lip curled up a bit. The sight of her cuddling on his side of the bed, highly unconsciously, clutching his pillow close to her face, was enough for his heart to melt. 

Quelling down the urge to pinch her cheek, Boboiboy quietly set the plate of fresh baked apple cake down on their nightstand. Yaya could satisfy her long waiting craving after praying for breakfast when he would have to try to explain to his Atok why their kitchen was covered in flour and burnt caramel traces.

Boboiboy slid under the blanket into the place behind Yaya, taking extra caution not to make too much noise. He kissed her temple, which earned him a small, happy humm from his sleeping wife, before laying down. Arms sneaking around her round belly and legs entangled with hers, he spooned her smaller frame with his larger one.

Sleep started to return to him without much of an effort. But just before his consciousness left, something pumped under his palm, jolting Boboiboy from his half sleep state. Blinking languidly, he ran an examining hand over his wife’s round stomach again and sure enough, he received the same soft kick.

Boboiboy broke into a smile. He rubbed over the spot and gently patted it.

Good girl, staying awake with her Papa, he thought fondly. Although it might be a coincidence, Boboiboy still liked to think it was his little one's attempt to cheer him up. 

Yaya then let out a soft grunt and turned to lay on her back. Eyes still closed, she unconsciously tugged the arm he was resting on her waist, pulling their bodies ever closer while she snuggled her face into the crook of his neck.

Allowing himself to have a stifling chuckle, Boboiboy tightened his hold and bullied his face into Yaya's silk hair. It ticked his nose a bit, but he never minded since her hair was always so soft and had this faint flowery smell that he had come to love.

"Sweet dreams you too, my loves." Boboibot whispered to the two most important people in his life. His heavy eyelids fell to welcome a blissful nap, knowing when he woke up, his loved ones would be by his side.

–Somewhere at the back of his mind, he was glad that at least this time, Yaya hadn't craved some weird stuff like raw broccoli dipping chili flavored ice cream, which, unfortunately, was what she asked for the next night.