Mail Ordered Bride

Part 3

The next morning I'm awaken by this... this wonderful smelling aroma and it's smells like bacon. I sniff the air and it does smell like the good kind of bacon which is the frying kind. I sniff the air some more until I gracefully fell on the floor face first, entangle in my heavy green blanket, rubbing my aching head as I untangle myself. Why am I smelling bacon? I'm not in the kitchen and I know that I can't cook worth a damn. So who's cooking bacon? A better question is why are they in my kitchen and are they willingly to share some of that bacon they're making. I grab my baseball bat that I have hidden under the coach as I carefully creep into the kitchen with my weapon in hand, ready to defend myself and to beat the shit out of someone. I come face to face with an unexpected but nice view. I see that it's Freen and she's facing away from me as she could cooks over my kitchen stove as my eyes racks over her body as I take in her appearance. My bride's wearing one of my old high t-shirt that has been a little too baggy on me but she's rocking it.

It barely her ass which is very nicely by the side and I get a good looking her pink panties. My not-so-little friend twitches in appreciation. I traces the back of her creamy yet shapely legs and I wonder what they would feel like wrapped around my waist as I'm... No Becky! No! No, sexualizing Freen. She's a person... a very sexy person. No! I shouldn't be thinking about her in that way. It's not like she's here by choice and even if she was, she wouldn't want to be with a freak like you. Freen would rather be with a man who could treat like a real woman. I sigh in resignation at the truth to my thoughts. There's no way that Freen would want to be with me if she had a choice in where she was being sent to. Beside even she did, she's only in it for the money and nothing less. It's like the bride could love me even if I was normal but I'm not and I'll never will be. I lower the bat in my hands only to caught off guard when I feel something touching my bat-less hand causing me to jump, seeing that it's Freen with an adorable confused look on her face so close to me. I feel my cheeks burning as I take a step back to some space between us but I couldn't get very far with the bride's hand around my own.

"Are you okay, Becky? You seem quite sad about something" Freen asked concerned.

"Y-Yeah, I'm f-fine. What are you doing?" I asked curious.

"I made you breakfast. I did not know what you like to eat so I made a little bit of everything. Come sit" Freen said gently pulling on my hand.

She bring me to the table, making me sit down. I see that there's oatmeal with little bits of blueberries and strawberries in it, toast, hash-browns, bacon, sausages, and pancakes stacked up so high that it's unbelievable. How long was this girl awake? I know that I can be a pretty heavy sleeper sometimes but this is crazy. I look at blue eyed woman with an amazed look on my face as she ducks her face with her hands laced together in front of her.

"Is... Is this okay?" Freen asked nervously.

"You did all of this... for me?" I asked surprised.

"Y-Yes, it is something that someone for their sufficient other" Freen said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Thanks but I don't think that I'll be able to eat of all this by myself. You'll have to eat it with me" I said smiling.

"That is quite alright, Becky. I am not very hungry" Freen said shaking her head.

Before I could say anything, a loud grumble is heard and Freen's cheeks turn a bright pink. I chuckle as I rest my chin on the palm of my hand with a smug smirk on my lips.

"It seems that your stomach disagrees with you. Come on Freen, I know that you're hungry and I want you to eat with me"

"It is okay, Becky. I can eat later. I have much to do around the apartment that I have to get started on"