She woke up and heard clanking noises from the kitchen. She looked to her side and he was not there. She looked at the window, sunlight was coming in which meant that it was a little late then her usual time. She stretched her arms and yawned. She was still sleepy. She heard a loud noise which was of a pot hitting the floor. She heard his heavy voice
"Thank you, I appreciate you hitting the ground."
She smiled. It was his habit. He thanked everything which made inconvenience as sarcasm. She removed the blanket and stood up. She came went to the bathroom to fresh up. After sometime, she came out. She had some water drops on her face and she went to straight into the kitchen. He was standing in front of the stove making tea. He was wearing a sando which was sleeveless from the shoulders. His hairs were a mess. He had some toast and egg sitting in a plate on the counter. She stood behind him waiting for him to finish pouring the tea in the cup. He poured two cups and put one in the oven. She silently picked the eggs and the toasts and took it to the dining table. He was still busy washing his hands without looking back. She bit the crispy toast and started chewing. He turned around and saw that breakfast was gone. He yelled without turning around
"You thieeeeeeef."
She smiled and replied calmly
"Yes."
He turned around with fake anger on his face and said
"Give me my breakfast back."
"Nope."
"NOW."
"Nope."
He stood there for a second and smiled. This was a dangerous signal for her. She looked at him with a question mark on her face. He turned around and took out the cup of tea and a plate from the oven. He walked slowly and sat across her on the small dining table. He put the plates in front of him. In his plate, there was fully prepared, two separate sandwiches with jam and butter with a side of eggs. He said
"This was for you but you are interested in plain toast so I have to eat it."
"Give me mine."
"Nope."
"NOW."
"Nope."
He smiled at her and picked the sandwich up. he took a big bite and said
"Hmmmmm, yummy."
His mobile rang in the room. He picked his plate up and took it to the bedroom. He did it while smiling.
After the breakfast, he was in the bathroom. She came in the bedroom. Door was open meaning he was brushing his teeth. She walked in the bathroom and saw him in front of the sink. He was brushing his teeth. She came in and picked her brush up. He picked the toothpaste and put some on her brush. She started brushing too. He was looking at her in the mirror. She was wearing a black nighty which came up to her thighs, deep neck and it was tied with a waist belt. Her hairs were tied. After sometime, he put up his hand and untied her hair. Some came in front of her face and the rest fell on her back. She looked at him angrily and set her hair. He spat out the toothpaste and poured some water in the sink. Then he said
"Still angry?"
"Yesh..."
Her mouth was full of toothpaste foam so it fell on her chin and came down on her neck and nighty's collar. He started laughing. She looked at him with more anger. She washed her chin and he took a tissue to clean her neck. She kept her brush in her mouth and started cleaning her nighty's collar. She thought of something and pulled it a little down and started rubbing the collar. He laughed again.
"If you are trying to get back at me for the breakfast then it will not work."
"I am not. I am just cleaning my cloths."
"More foam is coming out cause you are looking down. Let me.."
She started brushing again while he started cleaning her collar. She was looking at him in the mirror as his big arms were moving. He had scars on his shoulders. One scar, two scars, three scars....she counted them with her eyes. Then she felt that his hands are going a little bit out of the way. She could see that he was clearly missing the foam while cleaning her collar. She continued to brush for some time while observing him. His face was serious but his hands were not. Finally she decided that he had his fun so she just wiped the foam off of her collar with one finger and looked at him sarcastically. He faked a surprised reaction.
"Oh, how did you do that? It was very hard to clean."
"May be, it would not have been hard if you focused on the right spot."
He started laughing. She looked at him and kissed on his cheek. Toothpaste foam was on his cheek now. She looked in the mirror and smiled at him. He just smiled back.
At noon, she was preparing for the lunch. He was playing a game on his laptop. As soon as he heard clanking of the dishes. He stormed into the kitchen.
"What are you doing?"
"Cooking lunch."
"Nope. You are not."
"What do you mean?"
She looked around. Groceries were on the counter and she was clearly preparing for lunch.
He grabbed her wrist and sat her down on the chair.
"I am making lunch today."
"No, why?"
"Queen deserves to be spoiled."
"Come on, I can cook."
"Nope. You just sit there and let me."
He smiled and said. She looked at him. One minute, he is a dirty man playing his dirty tricks, next minute he is sweeter than honey. She knew that he will not listen now but she also knew that he does not know how to cook. She already cut the vegetables so he was just pouring oil in a pan. A spoon fell off the counter and he said
"Thank you, I appreciate you falling down."
She started laughing. He is also a child too. She got up and he looked at her while holding the pan. She ignored his eyes and put her hand over his hand on the pan handle and said
"King needs to spoiled too. If you wanna do this then we will do this together"
He opened his mouth to say something but he needed her for the food to taste good so she can eat. He shut his mouth and looked at the pan. She looked at her tiny white hand on his big brown hand. A beauty with a beast, like a fairy tale.
"What's next?"
He was asking her about the next step. She started giving him instructions to cook.
