MYO-2033: Victoria

Loud chatter fills the streets around Arizona as she fights through the crowd. Friday night celebrations were in full swing; buns of all types found themselves drawn to the cluster of food-trucks in the square. Each truck had a variety of eye catching graphics advertising their latest mish-mash culinary creation tailored to the cravings of any pregnant bun unlucky enough to be in need of a specific snack. Savory, sweet, salty, sour— the trucks have it all. Arizona tighte...

The moment she opens her eyes, Victoria can tell that is is going to be a far more difficult day than she had previously anticipated. Her eyes are bleary with tiredness and as she swallows, she struggles not to wince at a rough scratch in her throat. Arizona is still soundly asleep beside her, only shifting a bit as Victoria’s alarm clock continues to chime in a high trill. Victoria swipes at the alarm until her desperate strikes silence the device. ...

Victoria stands in the chocolate aisle with a sour expression on her face, surveying the endless possibilities before her. There are chocolate boxes big and small with all sorts of varieties– standard chocolates, cream and fruit fillings, even speciality brand twists on the classic favorites. Yet none of them, she finds, seem suitable enough for Arizona. Her heart twists in her chest. She and Arizona have been together for a considerable time, enough time that it feels foolish to wor...