**TRIGGER WARNING**Before you read the story, this story talks about eating disorders. If you are easily triggered or find it distressing to read about this topic please click off. Thx
Y/N pov:
"Hey Bear, where are you?" I call out as I try to find my new married husband.
"In here princess," I hear from somewhere.
"I'm going to need more detail than in here."
"In my office," I hear before making my way into his home office.
"Oh, there you are. Bear, why are you still in your work clothes? I thought you left early this morning so we could have a nice dinner here at home."
"I know, Princess, and I apologise. Russo has some files I want him to drop off as soon as possible. After that I will rip these clothes off my body and into something more comfortable."
"Oh that's fine then. What are the files about?" I ask curious.
"Princess, you know I can't tell you that."
"I know, but it's not like I'm..."
Knock, knock, knock.
The sound of the front door alerts us that Russo is here. Alessandro gets up and walks to the office door, leading me out with a hand on my waist.
"We can finish this conversation later at dinner. How about you preheat the oven and start chopping the vegetables so that when I'm done with Russo we can start cooking quicker".
"Good idea," I say before removing his hand from my waist and walking to the kitchen to start the process.
I was never much of a cook when I was younger, my cooking has improved a little as I've gotten older, but only to the basic level of chopping carrots and broccoli, that's about as advanced as it gets.
"Where's the chopping board for the vegetables?" I mutter to myself.
"There it is," I say, finding the chopping board at the back of the cupboard, and as I get up the thought crosses my mind that maybe it's time for another yoga class, but before I can ponder the idea a voice interrupts my chain of thoughts.
"Hi. Alessandro told me you'd be here."
I lift my eyes to see Abigail, Russo's girlfriend.
"Oh hello Abigail, I didn't know you'd be here," I say, generally shocked that she's here because I feel like she doesn't like me that much..
"I didn't know I was coming either, Russo just pulled me into the car and well, here I am".
"Fair enough," I say.
"So was the honeymoon, you've got to tell me all about it, I feel like I haven't spoken to you since the after party".
"The honeymoon went great thanks, I've had a lot of fun and the whole wedding months have just been amazing so it's good," I say, tugging at the corners of my lips as the memory of my wedding plays in my head.
"Well I had a wonderful time at your wedding and I'm sure everyone else did too, everything was spectacular, especially the food."
" Yes, the food was good," I agree.
" I knew you were going to say that."
"What?" I asked, confused.
"When the wedding ended and the after party started and more food came out, I could see how much you enjoyed the food, I mean we all saw that you were quite bloated by the end of the night," she says half laughing.
