"Honey, wake up. Hon," Samantha softly spoke while waking Ethan. She repeatedly yet gently shook his arm and said, "Hon, I'm hungry."

Baby one was turning 16 weeks old while baby two was already 13 weeks. Starvation started to kick in in the wee hours, and Samantha felt even more nauseated on an empty stomach. 

Since Ethan did not like it when she disappeared out of nowhere, she had no choice but to disturb his sleep. 

Humming as he awoke, Ethan massaged his temples before turning to his wife. His eyes remained hooded, recalling how they had slept past twelve, trying to settle Samantha's stomach. 

In his bedroom voice, he echoed, "You are... hungry?"

"Yes, hon. I could go down the kitchen - "

"No, I'll get something for you. What do you think you can stomach?" Ethan weakly asked while trying to get up from the bed. 

That was a difficult question for Samantha. Truth be told, it was so burdensome to figure out