Engaged

Chapter 14: Breakfast

I began hugging him tightly, once again, hesitant to let him go. This will be one of the last times I do, so I won't take this moment for granted. Thinking back, I never did. Maybe I did with my other ex boyfriends, but never with Eli. 

"Are you hungry?" I ask him, just wanting to do something for him. Wanting to cook for him.

Please let me cook for you. 

"You might not give me what I'm looking for," he told me, pulling me slightly back, to give me that hungry predator look. He licked his lips. "I want a lifetime supply."

My face fell. That's something I can't give you anymore. 

"Food?" I asked hopefully. I gave him my innocent act. His face dropped in disappointment. Honestly, I am too. 

"Yes please," he complied. What a trooper. Since it's still morning, he needs breakfast. I bet he didn't eat breakfast yet. 

I decide to make him his favorite. I grab a potato, sweet peas, eggs, turkey bacon, sausages, cheese, and my pre-made, buttermilk pancake mix. Yes, I'm going all out, but he's a big man, and needs a big, hearty breakfast.

Cecilia will learn this eventually. Goddess, I hope she can cook. Eli can't live without food or he'll go crazy. I've seen it with my own two eyes. The days I didn't overcook a whole bunch of food, he'd walk around cranky, starting arguments and everything with anyone who's had the displeasure of getting in his way.

Once I finally got fed up and told him off, he'd throw me over his shoulder, take me to the bedroom, throw me on the bed and show me who's boss. 

After we finished, which is basically after he let me cum and pleasured me once I screamed out how he's the boss he'd send me out to make some food with a slap on the butt. As if it weren't sore already.

When he'd hear me in the kitchen, he'd yell out some variation of "You're hungry now, but my stomach has been feeling  a hundred times worse all day," as if he'd been starving and hadn't had breakfast already, and a salad for a snack between meals. And missed lunch.  

He'd always say, "This is your punishment. You can't lay back down until you cook me some food." I'd always oblige because I honestly love cooking.

Especially for him. I love when he joked around like that too. It may seem degrading, but I know he never really meant it. He just likes my cooking better than his own. 

All of our friends accused me of worshiping the ground he walks on. Anyone close to us knows it's the other way around. Or maybe even. I live to please him. And in return he does that same.

I rejected Elder training to be with him! Because I never aspired to be anything other than his wife. And he gives me so much in return. I love him in all ways. And he does the same. 

Did. He did the same. He's Cecilia's now. Not mine. That's in the past. But I can be his for one day. Just one more day. 

I finished breakfast and proceeded to make our plates. I made a cheesy peas, and potato, and bacon omelet, with a stack of chocolate chip pancakes, and spicy sausages. His favorite. The omelet might sound a bit weird, with the peas and potatoes, but they even each other out. Put that in an omelet with Velveeta cheese and bacon bits? Marvelous. It's a delicious surprise.

I have the same breakfast, but in a tiny portion compared to his. He'll most likely finish my food for me anyway. I'm only five foot two. My appetite can get but so big. Eli's appetite is like throwing food down a bottomless pit.

I take a few bites and contentedly watch him eat. He grunts and everything, scarfing down pancake after pancake, like he can't get enough.

"You're spoiling me," he accuses as he slows down to savor the rest of his omelet. I surely am.