One too Many

Chapter 14

Dominic

Dad is sitting at the head of the table, Asher to his right and mom to his left facing each other. Ian is sitting next to Asher and facing Mariposa, which is sitting next to mom, with me on her other side. The twins are sitting on Ians side and facing me.

Once every one is settled, we start scoping spoonfuls of food onto our plates.

I finish filling my plate and set it in front of me, looking around the table for the salt. My eyes land on Mariposa's plate in the process which is practically empty. She has a very small portion of mashed potatoes, no gravy. And by very small I mean the size of a fucking table spoon. In addition to what like two ounces of steak. Which looks like a fuckin' chicken nugget in size.

Who the fuck is going to be full with that? Not even a fucking mouse eats this little, this would be its snack for god's sake.

I watch mom try and put more mashed potatoes on Mariposa's plater, but I see her place her hand on mom's leg under the table, shaking her head subtly.

I go to ask why is she having so little to eat when I feel someone kick my leg under the table.

Angry, I look up to yell at whoever did it, 99.99999% the twins, but the second my eyes land on them they motion with their heads in dad's direction hastily.

I look at dad and he shakes his head firmly looking at Mariposa then back at me fiercely. Then he gives my brothers on the other side of the table the same stern look.

Looks like I was not the only one who noticed. They have been, we have been, watching her like hawks all day, of course they will notice.

From the way Ian's hands are in tight fists on the table, I knew he was the one that was going to say something about her small food portion.

Ian is a health freak. Always prioritizing healthy eating and habits. He always wants us to be healthy. He worries a great deal about our health, and seeing how tiny and thin Mariposa is, and the small amount of food on her plate, he probably went into health freak mood, not liking that she is not eating properly.

I'm a little worried too. She still looks pale and exhausted. And the fact that mom is not fighting her to stuff her more with food is kind of worrying. That woman likes stuffing people with tons of food, it's her love language after all.

Seeing Mariposa lifting her fork to her mouth and moaning as she chewed the food, made us all relax visibly. But something else hardened.

"I missed your cooking so much. It tastes like heaven." Her sweet voice filters through the room making my dick even harder.

Fuck, a cold shower it is tonight.

This girl is making me feel things I have never felt before. I have never had my cock get hard just from a woman's voice. I, in fact hate women so much that I haven't been with one for more than five years now. And she is making me feel again, and I just met her eight hours ago.

A conversation starts between her, mom, and dad as they eat, Ash and the twins joining them. 

I still don't understand why she served herself so little, she clearly is enjoying it. If the little happy dance she does in her seat after each small bite is anything to go by.

How. Fucking. Adorable. Calm down my heart.

Maybe she is full? No, that's impossible. We were together all day today and she didn't have anything to eat. Maybe she is nervous to eat with us? Or does she not do good in strange places? Whatever the reason is, I will know after our long waited conversation.