Exes' Baggage And More

Chapter One Hundred Sixty

Andrew woke up alone in his bed. He checked the other side of the bed and took a deep breath. Slowly he pulled the blanket aside, revealing his innocent body. He is only wearing black boxers. After stretching his body a little, he got out of bed. He grabbed his shirt on the floor and put it on as he walked towards the bathroom. He then washed his face several times and brushed his teeth.

After he felt much fresher, he walked out of the room and realized that it was almost noon. The clock on the wall showed twenty past eleven in the morning.

He groaned softly. He almost never fell asleep like this.

Then he walked towards the kitchen where he heard a voice. He smiled faintly when he saw the figure of Macy who was busy with her back to him cooking for breakfast –oh, maybe brunch for them. Especially the woman who is wearing his clothes.

Andrew recognized the large navy shirt that his lover was wearing. It was bought when he and David were in Barcelona a few years ago for a two-week promotion of his novel. Oh, and Macy also wears his black sweatpants. It further confirms that she has not returned to her unit.

He glanced at the dining table where several plates of side-dish, two bowls of rice, and two bowls of bean sprout soup had been arranged. Well, for the side-dish, it looks like she picked it up in her unit because he doesn't have that kind of side-dish stock at all.

He then approached the woman and hugged her from behind. "Good morning," he greeted as he kissed his girlfriend's neck. His hands wrapped around Macy's stomach.

"It's almost noon, Andrew."

"And you didn't wake me up," said the man.

Macy chuckled. "Because I just woke up too."

Andrew mumbled softly. He buried his face on Macy's neck and smelled the lavender scent. Oh, looks like she also took a shower using the soap he just bought yesterday. He clenched his fists.

"You just woke up, but already showered and made breakfast. Meanwhile, I just washed my face and brushed my teeth."

"I woke up at ten, Drew. And can you let me go? I'm still cooking. You can sit and wait at the table. Everything is almost ready."

The writer mumbled okay after kissing his girlfriend's cheek. He then released his arms and returned to the dining table. He sat on one of the chairs and watched the food that his lover prepared.

Before long, Macy brought two large plates of soft tofu and spicy stir-fried chicken. She placed it in the center of the table between the plates of side-dish.

"Ooh... spicy stir-fried chicken!" Andrew exclaimed.

Macy smiled and sat across from her lover. The writer grabbed the chopsticks and took some of the chicken and put it on the rice, then started eating. She watched the man closely.

"Woah! It feels like a long time!" said Andrew. And that's true. Even as long as he is in Manila, he doesn't seem like he's ever eaten stir-fried chicken. "But why are you suddenly cooking this? I mean, usually you cook something simple."

"Because I'm tired of toast," the woman said simply.

Andrew becomes silent for a moment. Oh! Well, since they were arguing, every morning he prepares a simple breakfast for Macy like toast. In addition, he more often eats breakfast with toast than rice. Thanks to the thirty years of living in Seattle. He is used to it. So, he forgot that the woman might only occasionally eat toast or sandwiches and eat more rice.