AMOUR

Chapter 18.*

DENVER

Roya is fucking adorable when she's furious but can't do anything about it.

When we reach the closest Walmart, we all get out of the car and head inside. Roya is walking in front of us and I take this moment to take her in.

She's wearing dark grey sweatpants and a loose Beatles t-shirt tied in a knot on her waist. Her long hair are in a bun and she's not even trying but still looks fucking gorgeous. 

This morning when I woke up to her touch, all I could think about was what did I do to deserve this fucking angel? What did we do to deserve her? But yesterday night was unexpectedly amazing and I know that there are going to be many more of them in the future.

Roya heads towards the carts section but Jordan takes over before she can even touch a cart. We walk in and Roya leads us towards the meat, she stands in front of the display and bites her lip in thought. I don't think she even realizes what she's doing. 

Me and Jordan stand on either of her side and look at her and then at each other. Yeah, we're both stuck on that lip she's biting and she has no fucking clue.

"Name something you like to eat," she points at me.

"You," I answer honestly and she looks at me, her cheeks turning pink.

"Okay," she clears her throat, "I walked right into that one," she says trying to hide her smile, "Let's try again, name a dish that you like to eat?" she tilts her head to the side and I forget what she asked for a second there.

"Well, I like chicken but if we're talking about a dish then I'd say pasta," I give her the answer she was looking for.

"Hmm," she thinks, "white or red sauce?" she asks again.

"White," I reply.

"Okay, for today it's going to be white sauce pasta with chicken as main course," she picks up a packet of chicken breasts, "Fish and chips snack," she picks up a packet of Haddock, pointing it in Jordan's chest which I assume is because it's his favorite guessing from the grin he has on his face. "And what does Dave like?" she asks me again.

"Food," I shrug but her pointed look makes me think again, "he likes Indian," I add.

"Perfect, so I'll make Indian bread and cottage cheese too and then brownies for dessert," she smiles and my heart melts.

"It's your birthday Roya, you don't have to make things that others like," I say, sternly.

"But I like cooking," she pouts, goddamn, I can't win this so I look to Jordan for help.

"Roya, what's your favorite dish?" Jordan questions her.

"Brownies," she instantly answers.

"That's a dessert Roya and I know you like cookies more, stop lying and tell me what you like to eat," Jordan raises his brow, taking a step towards Roya who bites her lip again.

"Umm, pizza," she says looking down and rubbing her neck.

"Good," Jordan holds her chin up, "Denver and I will make the pizza," he declares.

"No, I can-" 

"I said. Denver. And I. Will make. The pizza," Jordan cuts her off.

"Fine," she sighs, "it better be tasty," she says and turns to go into an aisle. 

We get everything Roya asked for from purees to veggies, and popcorns to candies. She added a pizza kit too and convinced us that she'll do the dough while we do the sauce and toppings.