Fearsome threesome 3

*Giggles*
I'm going to take that as an 'I love you'.
*Snuggles his face into Zack's neck.*
I love you too.
*Lets go of Zack and goes into the walk in closet to get dressed. Puts on a baggy shirt and gray sweat pants. Walks back out to Zack and playfully whines.*
Zaaaack. None of my regular pants fit anymooore.

I'll try them on when we get back home, but right now I'm going to go make my man a big stack of blueberry pancakes.
*Walks out of the bedroom and heads into the kitchen. Quickly mixes together batter for blueberry pancakes, pours a couple circles of the batter onto a pan and puts it on the stove.*

*Flips them over to let the other side cook.*
I hope so.
Can you please get out the butter, syrup, and anything else you might want on these please?

*Places 5 pancakes on Zack's plate and 2 on his plate. Brings both of them to the table, puts butter and syrup on his pancakes and starts eating them.*
I hope you like them.

*Blinks*
What are you talking about?
Two pancakes is a lot for me Zack, I don't now how you can eat five.

I think it might also be the fact that it's something sweet.
If it were something.. meat-wise I'm sure I could eat an entire cow.
When I eat too many sweets I get sick; plus I still have morning sickness so it's best not to make it worse.
*Takes another bite out of the syrup soaked pancakes.*

*Smiles and takes one more bite out of the pancakes, leaving half of one unfinished.*
I didn't think we'd have time.
We have to get going so we aren't late.
*Gets up grabbing Zack's plate and his and bringing them to the sink.*
Ready?

*Grabs Zack's hand and walks out to the garage and gets into the passenger side of the car. Buckles his seat belt and places the directions to the place on the drivers seat for Zack.*
Let's go!
*Smiles*

*Grabs onto the sides of his seat just in case and hopes Zack doesn't notice.*

*Holds onto the seat so tightly that his knuckles turn white. Quietly whispers a small prayer*
Please let us not die in a car crash right now...

*Bites his bottom lip and his eyes widen. Makes a small terrified meeping noise. Slowly tries to speak, but all that comes out is a small whimper.*
Z.. Zack..

M... Maybe you should slow down.
*Starts to tear into the sides of the seats with his finger nails.*

*Let's out a soft sigh of relief.*
Are we almost there?
*Taps his foot lightly getting slightly nervous.*