I don't deserve this... (Updike X Poor!Hurt!Reader)

British what? (Part 11)

It has been a month since you and Gabriel got together and you could never be happier. You could walk again, though not too much at a time needimg sitting breaks every now and then but still. Gabriel had noticeably more happy which in turn made you happy.

It was a thursday afternoon and you were finishing up the dishes when you hear the front door slam open and shut. What was that about? You put down the plate and dry your hands as you walk over.

"Gabriel is everything ok?"

"Yes, I'm fine..." he said in an irritated tone of voice. With his british accent he almost sounded like Gordon Ramsay.

"Are you sure dear-"

"YES I AM FINE, OKAY!?"

You were genuinely scared. This is the first time he had yelled at you. A stern scolding was normal but this? No, there had to be something wrong...

"Would you like me to make you some tea? Maybe something to eat?"

"Yes... Tea and some Trifle of you know how to make it... It always calms me down..."

You lift a finger but pull it down when you hear how it calms him down. You never heard of it but you can at keast try right?

"Uhm... I will try? You want your regular tea or...?"

"Yes, no sugar but about 4 milliliters of milk... not too much..."

You stare in confusion. As an american (i am american, sorry if your not ;-;) you had no idea what millileters was.

"Uhhh I will try, how about you just wait in your room ok? I will bring it up when I am done"

"Thank you Y/N... I just need a break"

As he climbs up the stairs you pull up a how-to guide online for making Trifle. It was a popular british dessert, which made you understand why he asked for it. You look up a good recipe that you think he would like. You ended with a strawberry trifle with some nice fruit juices and a splash of Sweet Sherry. Ya it was new but you were confident

(Btw british people plz don't kill me if i mess up, i only got the info on wikipedia ;-;)

Whipped cream, jam, strawberry, the sherry, everything was in order! You started making it, happy with the final result. Ya it was messy and took you a while to get it right but still!

You climbed up the stairs with a plate holding a cup of tea and a bowl of layers of sweetness. You opened his door to see him typing of his computer and looking over papers. As he puts one down you swear you see a picture of some dark grey creature that looked oddly familiar. You snap out of it and walk up to him, setting his dishes down on the table beside him.

"Here you go, It was my first time making Trifle so please don't be mad!"

He cracked a smile and sighed before shutting his computer and setting in aside. He looks at the messy dessert and looks back at you. God you could feel sweat beading down her forehead. You were scared that he would yell again about it being bad. He sighed and risked it, taking a small bite. He chuckled as he looked towards you.

"You did perfectly fine, don't worry."

You swear you felt the weight of the world being lifted off your shoulders with a sigh of relief.

"Though, maybe add less sherry next time? You wouldn't like me tipsy... Trust me"

"O-Okay, i will!"

"Come on Y/N, how about we share, you made plenty after all!"

You smiled as you scoot next to him as he put a bite in your mouth. You spent the rest of the time laughing and talking and you didn't want it to end...

U N T I L . . .