We're a Beautiful Disaster

never knowing.

Feb....20....Sunday.... 5:32.pm.... 

I walk down stairs and into the kitchen and and i can smell the food cooking though im not quite sure what it is, Drew must be cooking, i had just got out of the shower.  

"Whatcha making?" i ask coming up behind him and looking at the pan he's stiring, he turns to face me and smiles. 

"Uh some thing really amazing and cool." he says with a smirk and i roll my eyes  

"Oh really?" i say picking up the box of hamburger helper and holding it up and he shrugs  

"Close enough." he gummbles and goes back to his pan and i just laugh at him.

"Don't work to hard." i say snorting and laughing . 

"I won't." he says looking over his shoulder to me and i lean in to kiss his cheek and he smiles, but sighs.  

"Don't Bay, Unless you like burned food." he says looking back at it.

"Mmm, no i don't. " i say standing beside him now and watching him just stand there.  

"Its almost done, wanna get the plates out? like a good little girl? " he asks and i sigh, but nod.

"have i ever been a 'good girl?'  " i ask and he shrugs

"You are a good girl baby, and well you had to be at some point unless you were like some evil mastermind even as a newborn baby?" he says looking back at me and i give him a 'Really?'  look and he just laughs.

Some i swear, he has such a weird mind, but i guess that is part of the reason i love him so much, i mean normal is so over rated! i mean being a little crazy makes life more fun.

I go over and get out some plates and sit them on the table beside him and then i  go sit down and watch him finish it up and i just kinda lose my self in thought.

Ive been feeling weird today and yesterday, but i hadnt told him because he'd get all worried and yeah i think its really cute and sweet but ive not been in the mood for it, so my belly feels weird im sure i'll live.

I'd woke up a little sick this morning and thinking i was going to puke but i hadnt, maybe i ate something bad the other day, who knows.

When it is done he takes the plate and put the food on it, and he gives me a plate and a fork and then sits across from me and I take a bite of the food and then take a breath and try not to spit it out or start gagging. 

"Whats wrong babe?" he says seeing me making a funny face.  

"Uhg, what kind of meat did you use skunk?" i ask taking a drink of water trying to get the taste out of my mouth and he looks at me like ive lost my mind.

"Uh no. .  Hamburger is it not good?" he says looking down at it and taking a bite of his and i guess not finding anything wrong with it and I just shake my head, So he just gets up and comes over to me and leans over me taking a bite of the food, 

"It taste fine to me babe." he says and i just shrug

"Well i just dont like it then. . " i say

"But you usally like it, are you just not liking my cooking or something? being mean to me?" he says giving me a look between a pout and glare and i just shrug.

"No, its just . . uhg. " i say and now he pouts and i feel kinda bad because i dont want to make him feel bad about his cooking, he does try really hard a lot. 

"Hey guys!" Emily says closing the front door and walking into the kitchen and i sigh and he groans, she comes over to stand beside him and give him a weird look.