Taste Of Medicine | G.Daniel & M.Healy

9

I woke, feeling comfortable and in one of the happiest moods I'd been in for ages.

George was still sprawled out next to me, fast asleep. Laid on his front, with his head turned towards me. His mouth gaped open. With the sheets only covering up to his waist.

He was beautiful.

For once I woke happy. Because I was back here, in his bed. Falling to sleep and waking up beside him. Where I should be most mornings. Where I was most days before she moved in and took my place.

I knew not to get too carried away or ahead of myself. I knew this side of the bed would soon be taken over by her body, and not mine. But whilst I was here, I was going to take full advantage and let my mind wander off. Imagining waking up every day here. This sleepy guy next to me being my first view each morning.

He grunted and mumbled something in his sleep, swiping his hand sluggishly over his nose, and then he was back peaceful again.

I wanted to wake him. I wanted to be cuddling up to him, or at least chatting with him for a while before I have to leave. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. He looked so peaceful. Still worn out. Under his eyes were still pink and swollen from last night.

I hope he tells me what was bothering him. He should know now he can tell me anything. He knows I'm always here for him.

Fearing the growling of my stomach would wake him. And actually feeling hungry for a change. I got myself up slowly, throwing on his briefs and tshirt, and made my way down the stairs quietly.

This place is so different now. At one point I knew where every spoon, every bowl and every cup went. Now, I'm clueless. No doubt no thanks to her.

I found the bacon and a pan. So started off with that.

I began opening cupboard doors, not realizing I'd been banging them shut until he strolled casually into the kitchen just as I found the bowl to make some scrambled eggs.

"Morning to you" He chimed, rubbing at his eye sluggishly, he sat on a breakfast stool. "You sleep well?" He asked, yawning as he pulled a newspaper from the counter in front of him.

"I did" I turned back to him to flash him a pleased smile. "Bacon and eggs take your fancy?"

I felt his hands on my waist from behind, creeping up behind me "this view does" he teased and nipped at my ear lobe with his teeth causing me to squirm.

"So-" I started. Placing the bowl back down to turn and face him "last night-

But I didn't get chance to finish.

The front door yanked open and out came a voice "Only me!"

Immediately my eyes bulged out in fear.

And it took him at least 2 seconds later to actually realise too, until his face was mirroring mine.

"I forgot to look the door last night!" He panics.

I looked at him frozen. Not knowing what to do or where to go. I can't go out of the back door. I have barely next to nothing on and she would hear it.

Fuck. What now?

"Hide in a cupboard or something!" he whispered exasperated. Looking around for an idea to hide me.

"Get real. I can't fit in a cu-

"In there!" He points quickly.

I stopped, causing him to crash into me "my clothes" I told him in a panic. Still scattered on his bedroom floor.

"Oh shit" He turned around, seeing her almost inside the living room now.

"Get in the pantry!" He pointed to the door next to me again.

"Hey you!" She chimed. And I found myself childishly mocking her. Now stood in this dark confined space just because of her. God I hate her!

"You ready?" Her voice was louder, informing me she was now in the kitchen and stood practically outside of this door.

I'd love to just jump out and punch her.... in the throat.

I had to cover my mouth quickly, in case I was to laugh out hysterically from my wishful thinking.

"For what?" George replied with a mouthful of food. Yes food. That I cooked.

Do you cook for him? Probably not.

"Really?" She wined in that annoyingly high pitched voice. Making me roll my eyes. "The scan, you forgot?"

WHAT?!

"Shhh" George hushed her. An I could sense his panic now.

"What, why?"

"I dunno.... In case someone outside hears?"

Me, George? In case I hear. But now it's too little too late.

This is what was bothering him. The scan?

Scan.

So this could only mean.....

"I can't believe there's a little person growing inside here" she cooed. Images of her now cradling her hand over her belly now taunted me.

Nausea hit me suddenly. Knocking me sick.

A thud hit me in the chest knocking all the air out of my body.

So that's it then. That's confirmed it for me. That does it. I can't compete with that. She wins.

She's... She's won.