Pandora's Box

16 - Story of my life

16 - STORY OF MY LIFE

The sound of popping and the most disgusting smell of bacon woke me up. Ugh, the smell makes me nauseous. I forgot to tell Stephen that I hate bacon.

I threw the covers off my body and waddled out of our room and down into the kitchen. Stephen must've heard my footsteps because he turned around and gave me one of the warmest hugs in all the history of hugs. I like his hugs. It almost made me forget the smell of bacon. Almost. 

"Morning baby." He said before pressing a kiss to my temple.

"Morning." I mumbled into his shirt.

"Can you please stop cooking bacon and kindly throw it out. I hate bacon. It makes me feel like vomiting." I said when Stephen finally released me and turned back to the stove.

"Oh. Sorry princess, I didn't know."

"It's alright. Just please get it out of the house."

Stephen made a tsking sound and said, "Cupcake, do you know how many kids in Africa are starving right now? We shouldn't waste food."

I rolled my eyes and replied, "Well fine. But know one thing. There is no way in hell I am eating it."

"That's okay. I'll eat it all by myself." Stephen said with a cheeky grin.

"Does pancakes sound good to you?" He asked me.

"Yup. That's fine."

"Okay. I'll just finish this and then I'll make your pancakes. Just go sit down in one of the stools and wait."

"I gave him a big grin before saying, "Thanks."

I headed to the stools and sat down with much difficulty due to my now very big stomach.  While waiting, I watched Stephen move around the kitchen. He moves swiftly and with purpose. I watched the way his muscles tense whenever he moves and I can't help but drool. God, I'm so lucky to have him.

I was snapped out of my day dreaming when Stephen placed a plate of pancakes in front of me.

"Can you please get the syrup?" I said.

"Sure thing babe."

He went to the refrigerator and got me my syrup.

I drowned my pancakes in it before I started eating.

"Oh by the way, mom wants us to come to their place tomorrow." Stephen said.

"Why?"

"It's father's day. Mom decided to have a family dinner."

"Oh."

When was the last time I celebrated father's day? Scratch that. I think the more appropriate question is did I ever celebrate father's day?

"So, do you want to come?"

I gave him a small smile and replied, "Sure, I'd love to."

We cleaned up after eating. Stephen headed to the library and I followed him. I sat on the couch placed there and watched him as he opened his laptop and started working.

"Are you working on your second book?" I asked him after a while.

"Yup. I'm actually just editing it now. My editor called in earlier and said that if I managed to submit the final manuscript by the end of next week, they will be able to publish it by the first or second week next month."

"Really? That's great!" I said with a huge smile.

"I know. And I can't wait."

I chuckled at the eagerness that is clearly displayed in his eyes.