Beyond Love

Taste

A/N: College has Not been nice to the freshman Cuppie here ;-; sigh. Oh well! It's Chip's birthday so I decided to write something for the special occasion. I don't think I'll be having time soon to write for this series though, so maybe I'll see you guys sometime (hopefully) soon. Hope you enjoy the chapter, and hope everyone's doing well :')

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"What are you watching?" I asked after coming out from the shower, taking in my husband who had himself wrapped in our covers like a sushi roll—staring intently at the screen of his laptop. Naturally, there were better things to stare at, which included me. Half-naked.

Good job, Xander. You're jealous of a laptop screen.

Chip popped his head out of the makeshift sushi roll and turned to beckon me closer. "Come and watch this, Xan! It's the latest episode of MasterChef." I couldn't resist the smile made of sunshine, giving in to the husband-pressure (which is definitely not a word but I know no shit apart from peer pressure) and sidling up to the empty space beside him.

"It's a cooking competition," I laid out after putting some clothes on, unimpressed. I hadn't meant it as a question but the look on Chip's face told me that he had interpreted it as one.

"Yeap! A cooking competition for home cooks."

I took a closer look. The screenplay cut to a random contestant making cupcakes and failing terribly at it.

"You should join that," I teased, unwrapping him from the sushi-roll-covers before spooning. My angel went along with it, making himself comfortable. "You'd wreck them all."

"That's silly Xan," he pouted, pointing at someone in the screen whom I assumed was a judge. "This judge is really strict and scary. Everyone's really good at cooking too, you know."

I leaned down to rest my chin on his narrow shoulder. "So you watch this to learn from them?"

"Mhm!" My husband nodded excitably. "So that I can come up with new recipes to cook for you and Giselle."

The sheepish smile of anticipation that he had on his face was enough to shut me up for an entire episode, and although I'd hate to admit it—the show was addictive as fuck. Yes, partly because Chip would gasp adorably at every dramatic scene and look extremely worried whenever the home cooks were having an argument (which was, for some reason, always), causing Gordon Ramsay to start screaming at their heads; but mostly because the food looks genuinely good.

Within a single episode, I had already become a self-proclaimed expert on pies and tarts. Theoretically.

"Angel, where can I watch the previous episodes?"

Chip looked thoroughly surprised by my question, taking a moment to digest it whilst blinking rapidly. "Y-you want to watch the rest?"

"Yeah."

His eyes lit up like the sky at dawn. "Really? O-okay! Do you want to start with season one? It's a Friday night so we can afford to stay up a little—"

"Wait," I paused. Gears turning. "It's Friday."

My angel nodded, looking up at me with a puzzled expression. "Did you forget something important?"

"Yes," I removed the laptop from our bed and placed it aside. "Friday nights are reserved for sexy time."

Chip's ears darkened by several shades and he stammered a couple of excuses before turning speechless as soon as I removed my shirt.