"baby? can you pass me the salt?" ria asked oscar from where she stood by the stove. she had deftones playing out of her speakers, slowly tapping her foot to the beat of the song.
"yeah, one sec." he looked at the dinner table, picking up the little salt shaker.
"no, not that salt. the one in the spice rack." she pointed over to where it sat on the counter.
"what's the difference? salt is salt." he shrugged, picking up the salt from the spice rack.
"this is cooking salt." she sprinkled a little into her pan. "that's table salt." she cocked her head to the one he just put down.
"you and your organisation of salts." he jokingly rolled his eyes.
"ah." ria winced, grabbing her abdomen.
"babe? what's wrong?" oscar placed his hand over hers, leaning down to her eye-level.
"just- ugh, cramps." she stood up straight again.
"sit down. i'll cook." he tried to pull her away from the stove.
"no, no, you can't cook. you'll burn it." she stayed put.
"tell me what to do. i'll do it. just sit down." he pulled her back, lifting her up with ease to sit on the kitchen island behind him. "see, you're right here. you can still see what's going on, and you can boss me around."
"fine." she huffed, crossing her arms. "it's really not hard from now. i did all the hard work. all you have to do is put water in it and put the lid on." she directed.
"alright. how much water?" he turned to her.
"this much." she pointed to the 500ml marking on the jug.
"okay." he filled it up at the tap. "i really hope i don't fuck up." he warned before pouring it in.
"you won't fuck up. i promise. it's really not difficult. look, you did it. well done!" she held her hand out for a high five.
"yeah, i did it!" he slapped her hand.
"ow! god, you're harsh!" her fingers curled in at the stinging sensation.
"ah- i- fuck, baby, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to do it that hard." he had a look of genuine worry on his face.
"it's okay." she laughed at his reaction. "i'm fine. i promise you, my brother was way worse when it came to high fives. i'll live."
"are you sure? i didn't mean to hurt you, i'm really sorry." he caressed her face, brushing her cheekbones with his thumbs.
"you didn't hurt me. i'm fine, oscar." she couldn't help but laugh.
"are you feeling better? are your cramps still as bad? or are they coming and going?" he pulled her closer to him, his arms finding their way around her waist.
oscar somehow managed to be the same height as ria on the island, if not taller, so ria could wrap her arms around his neck easily.
"it's coming and going. it's not that bad right now." she mumbled into his shoulder.
"anything i can do to make it better?" he said as he peppered light kisses on her neck and shoulder.
"talk about something else. distract me." her fingers tangled with his hair. "i love this song." she pulled back a little to smile at him.
"it's a nice song. what's it called?" oscar asked.
"drive. it's a deftones cover of the cars' song. my dad used to listen to the original song all the time." she rambled.
"sounds like you're really into this, huh?" his lip curled into a smile.
"shh- ah, fuck." she shut her eyes as she winced from the pain.
"hey, sweetheart, look at me." he tipped her head up by her chin, looking her in the eyes. "c'mon, focus on me, ria."
she looked up to meet his eyes.
"c'mere." he pulled her off the countertop, standing up with her in his arms.
his body instinctively swayed side to side as ria's head buried into his chest. his hands found her lower back, massaging it slowly.
"c'mon, keep talking to me about these deftones covers. i was kinda interested." he redirected her attention.
"there's a whole album of them. it's got that the smiths cover that you like, too." she smiled up at him.
"yeah? i really like that one." he smiled at her.
"i know you do. i've caught you listening to it a couple times. you're not slick." her return to their typical banter was a good sign for oscar, and he breathed out a sigh of relief.
"i know, i know. i have to admit, you've got quite good music taste, ria." he smirked.
"i've been told." she laughed. "ah, how long's it been simmering?" she panicked a little.
"about ten minutes. why?" he looked down at her in confusion.
"turn it off. it's done." she turned him around so he could turn off the stove.
"you feeling better now?" he turned his head back around to ask.
"much better. thank you, baby." she smiled, tiptoeing to land a kiss on his cheek. "but i'm also hungry. let's eat."
"whatever you say, m'lady." he laughed.
"you've been watching way too many of those period dramas." she laughed. "watch something good. like, top boy."
"yeah, your little roadman show? as if." he rolled his eyes.
"shut up, it's good." she smacked his shoulder.
"sure, whatever you say."
"you're getting too sassy these days. might have to put you on a leash." she joked.
"yeah, right. that's probably one of your weird little kinks." he poked her arm.
"ew! shut up, oscar!" she shrieked.
"am i wrong?" he raised an eyebrow.
"yes you are. please stop talking." she shut her eyes and sighed.
"whatever my girl wants." he chuckled.
"yeah? can we watch revenge of the sith again?" she stirred the pot a little.
"how many times have you seen that movie?" he poked her side.
"what? anakin's hot." she shrugged.
"should i be jealous?" he wrapped his arms around her from behind.
"is anakin the one fucking me every night?" she whispered with a giggle.
"okay. i guess i shouldn't." he laughed.
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double update bc i love u guys sm i restored this so that it would fit in the timeline
