Piper knew that pregnant women got strange cravings. She knew that because her mother reminded her of that incessantly. But this was maybe getting a little excessive. While catching Kara Cutter porking out gave her a momentary advantage, if Kara could see her carrying out four pies from Brent Brother's Pizza, plus her hefty order from Big Burger, plus all the pastries she got earlier in the day, Piper would never hear the end of it.
Even if she wasn't going to get to eat any of it.
“Mom! I’m home with all your stuff!” Piper called out to the house as soon as she got in the door.
“Shut up!” Parker yelled from her bedroom down the hall.
“You shut up! At least I’m helping!”
“God, you’re such a little suck up Piper--”
“Both of you shut up and bring me my lunch, I’m starving!” Parker yelled from the kitchen. Piper quickly followed the source of the shouting and found her pregnant mother still red in the face from shouting, slumped in a chair by the kitchen table, next to an empty jar of pickles an empty carton of ice cream. “Ooooh,” She moaned. “You’re a lifesaver Piper. I’m Starving.”
Piper quickly started laying out the spread in front of her, and Harper started digging in before Piper even had it all unpacked. “You should be more careful, you look exhausted from yelling like that.” Piper fussed.
“Oh look at you. All worried about me being pregnant. It’s not like it’s yours. You don’t have to worry about it.” Harper chuckled.
“Well someone’s got to worry about it. If it’s not him, it might as well be me.” Piper insisted, taking a seat opposite her gorging mother.
“Mmmf.” She said through a mouthful of particularly cheesy, greasy cheeseburger. “You’re such a sweetheart. I don’t know what I did so right with you, but I hope I do it again with this one.” She said, moving her hand gently over her engorged and gravid tummy.
Piper smiled. “Was it lots of Pizza?”
“No!” Harper said excited enough to put down her food for a second. “You wanted donuts. Donuts, donuts, donuts, non-stop. I almost was sick of them after nine months.”
“Almost?”
“You can’t really get sick of Donuts, Piper...speaking of...” She trailed off meaningfully
“What are you thinking, Mom?”
“Next time you’re out could you pick me up a dozen donuts from D’s? I’m thinking liiiike, three Boston cremes, no, four, two jelly donuts, two strawberry icing and sprinkles two chocolate cream, 4 vanilla creams...” Harper enthused, counting on her fingers and then looking around at the food she got for something sweet. She found the rugelachs she got from the bakery, but it didn’t quite fill the niche. “...oooh and some glazed.”
“Mom that's already 14 donuts.” Piper pointed out.
“Shit. Better make it two dozen.” She shrugged, stuffing another rugelach in her mouth.
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