MINE.

22

Mew stood in front of his condo, wondering to himself. Will he greet me? This morning, his face was pretty red after getting a jab from me. Let's see.

When the door opened, his wife was sitting on the sofa, just like yesterday. But there was no computer; instead, he was reading a book. 

"Hi, how was your day?" Gulf greeted his husband with a sweet smile. He got up, took Mew's hand, and kissed it.

Mew deliberately avoided looking at his wife, and tonight he looked sexy again. 

"Water or juice?" his soft, gentle voice asked. 

"No, thanks," Mew replied and immediately climbed the stairs to go upstairs. 

"What's with him tonight?" This guy is so moody. Patience, Gulf, patience. Taking a deep breath, he followed his husband upstairs.

When they entered the master bedroom, Mew was taking off his shirt. Gulf, thickening his  skin, approached Mew and tried to help unbutton his shirt. 

"Jeez, no need, it's annoying!" Mew muttered. 

He is really in a mood! Finally, Gulf just sat on the edge of the bed, watching his husband. He felt like a useless log! Mew showered and changed his clothes. 

"Looks like he's going out again," Gulf thought to himself. But he didn't dare ask. It would be pointless to get snapped at!

His husband went downstairs, and Gulf followed behind him. 

When Mew headed toward the door, Gulf offered, "Have dinner first. I've already cooked." 

"That works, saves me the time of finding dinner," Mew thought. 

Without a word, he walked to the dining table and sat down. Gulf quickly rushed to reheat the main dish and served it. Mew looked at the dinner his wife had prepared. "Eat up," Gulf invited shyly. 

Mew picked up a spoon, scooped some mashed potatoes from the bowl, and put it into his mouth. "Hmm, so it's Shepherd's Pie." Mashed potatoes with cheese on top and meat underneath. When he had eaten almost half the bowl of Shepherd's Pie, he tried the vegetable salad. 

Once the Shepherd's Pie and salad were finished, Mew was ready for dessert. The trifle, served in a small, elegant glass bowl with a stem, looked beautifully layered and colourful. "Did this boy really make all this by himself?" Not bad, his cooking skills are pretty good. If it's like this, I might as well eat at home every day—saves time. 

In just a few minutes, the trifle bowl was completely emptied by Mew.

"Want some more?" Gulf asked as he slid another small bowl of trifle toward Mew. His husband ate without saying a word. Gulf smiled to himself, feeling satisfied. 

Seeing his husband eat made Gulf happy. No complaints, no compliments, but he still finished everything. "That's good enough," he thought.

"He may not accept my presence yet, but at least he accepts my cooking. That's okay, slowly but surely!

Once all the food was cleared, Gulf poured some coffee. "Good coffee like this should be enjoyed slowly, it'd be a waste to gulp it down quickly," Mew thought. 

As he sipped the coffee, his mind wandered. Lunch with his girlfriend and dinner with his wife—wow, what a life! Mew smiled to himself.