The Billionaire

Part 8 Mia

'Right. Let's get to cooking.' I took the lid off the Tupperware and pop the leftover spaghetti into the microwave. I set the timer to three minutes and pressed start, in the meantime I could fry the vegetables Christian has already chopped up. I took a pan out of the cabinet above my head and poured some olive oil into it. I turned the heat up so it would heat up easier. 

'What are you cooking, my love?' My love? We're there already? 'I'm just frying up all the vegetables you chopped up.' I reply. 'That's it?' 'Well. No. There's more.' 'Like what?' 'Fish. And chicken if you eat chicken.' 'Yes, I do eat chicken.' 'Okay. Then I'll cook it for you.' Even though I don't know how to... Don't tell him I said that. 'Do you not eat chicken, my love?' Christian asks while chopping up some broccoli. 'No. I used to. But my parents are vegetarian so I stopped eating chicken. I still eat fish though.' 'Ah. I see. Do they not cook it for you?' 'Oh no, it's not like that. It's just I used to live with my grandparents when I was younger because my parents were divorced. They were young when they had me so they couldn't afford to take care of me. My grandparents volunteered so they took me in. They were big on eating meat. Like pork, mutton, chicken, fish. But no beef though.' 'You've never had beef before?' 'Well, I have had beef with people. Like arguing beef but not the actual beef.' I say. At that he chuckles. 'You have a good sense of humor, my love.' 'Haha. Glad I could enlighten you.' I tease, rolling my eyes. 'So, why don't you eat beef and why don't you eat chicken anymore?' Christian asks. 'It's religious stuff my grandfather believes in. And the reason for me not eating chicken anymore is because I moved to my mother's house when I was twelve because some things happened with my grandparents and dad's side of the family. My mum is vegetarian and so is her fiancée so I stopped eating chicken and meat but I still eat fish because I can't let that go.' I explain as I start to put the broccolis Christian has chopped up into the pan. 'Ah, I see.' Christian says, taking a spatula for me flip the broccolis. 'Thank you.' I say. 'You're welcome.' He smiles. 

We stand there flipping the broccolis adding new vegetables into the pan and chopping more vegetables up. Soon three minutes passed and the spaghetti was ready to come out. I took the mittens hanging from the oven handle, opened the microwave door, put it on and took the spaghetti out from the microwave. I took a fork out from a drawer and used it to stir the spaghetti around. I tasted the fork and it still felt cold, although there was smoke coming out of there. 'Is it done?' Christian asks. 'Needs at least two more minutes.' I reply and pop the Tupperware back into the microwave. I set the timer for two more minutes and got back to flipping my vegetables. I wonder what it would be like. Cooking with Christian everyday like this. I could certainly get used to this.