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Waking up with an empty dent in the bed next to me was the last thing I expected. The way I fucked Angelo last night, i'm shocked he can move on his own.
I heard the door start to unlock and in came Angelo. He had two bags with strong food essences in his hands, probably being breakfast.
"good morning to you sir," I tried to fight the bright sunlight through my eyes to look at him.
He beamed at me happily, the happiest i've ever seen him if i'm being frank, "Good morning, my love." He used a pseudonym.
I smiled at it, and looked back at the white bags, "what's in there?" I questioned.
"breakfast, i would've cooked, but there's nothing to cook with." He shrugged and started removing his shoes.
"you can cook?" I sat up, holding my upper body up with only my elbow.
"I dedicated my entire life into my house, a choice I made. I practically was Rapunzel, i better know how to cook." He checked me.
I laughed, "You're gonna have to throw down for me one day then," I insisted.
After putting the bags down, he froze his motions and turned only his eyes towards me, "and why would I do that?"
"because you love me and i plan on working hard enough to grant you a stay at home husband lifestyle, i feel like i should get something in return." I told him.
He had to think about what I meant for a moment, now physically turning towards me, "so you want to turn me into a housewife?" He put a hand on his hip.
I already felt the passive tension start to rise, meaning I said something wrong but I still had a chance to fix it, "I prefer the term 'Stay At Home Husband', housewife implies i'll be treating you like a pet." I thought through the unneeded hostility.
He thought about that too, and nodded his head, "that's fair."
He started taking the items out of the bag, feeding into my curiosity, "Waffle House? you want me to marry you now?" I joked—kinda.
He chuckled, "everyone likes waffle house."
"I love you, bad." I let the harboring thoughts slip out. Food was a weakness of mine, i will admit. Angelo walking in with food is almost as sexy as seeing him naked.
Angelo froze and glanced at me unsurely. I hadn't realized his chance in demeanor until I replayed the moment in my head:
