I Got You (Student/Teacher) ON HOLD

2 Good Cooking

A/N: I'm open to a new title and book cover. I suck naming stories.
Since I'm still in the process of writing this, updates might be slow.

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I got home and tossed my bag to the side. I got started on dinner, knowing fully well that once Keir got home he would be hungry. He wasn't one to eat lunch at school, unless I made it for him.

I opened the fridge and pulled out a few things. It was a bit chilly outside so I decided to make homemade chicken stew.

I sat down and quickly did my homework as I waited for the the stew to boil. I got up to check on it.

The door to the apartment opened and closed. I knew he was home. I felt arms snake around me as I stood at the stove. "Whatcha cooking?" He asked.

"Chicken strew."

"Yum. Dumplings, or no dumplings?" He questioned giving me a light squeeze.

"Dumplings." I replied looking sideways at him. He smiled.

"You feed me so well."

"Someone has to." I laughed.

"No wonder mum loves you." He chuckled into my neck, before he placed a slight kiss. "Do you need any help?"

"I'm good." I said spinning around in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck. "What are we doing this weekend?"

"I don't know." He shrugged. "Lets go hiking?" He suggested.

"If it's not too cold out."

"I'm always hot when I'm with you." I blushed and turned around. "It's cute how you blush so easily." He chuckled.

"Go away." I laughed.

"You know where I'll be when dinner is finished."

I nodded and watched him walk away. I sighed and continued stirring the stew.

"Hey Keir?" I called out.

"Yes, love?" He answered.

"I love you."

I heard him chuckle before he replied. "I love you too sweetheart."

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I knocked softly on the door of his office. And told him dinner was ready. He put down the book he was reading and joined me at the table. I watched as he quickly scarfed down the stew. He stood up and made himself a second plate. I smiled.

He noticed me looking at him. "What? I love you're cooking."

"I know." I replied.

"I can't wait for you to become Mrs. O'Connor." He beamed.

"Neither can I." I told him honestly.

"We still need to pick a date, and do all those things."

"Ugh. I know."

"I have a date in mind."

"Oh really, please inform me."

He flashed one of his devilish smirks. "This weekend."

"No, Keir. Not this weekend." I laughed.

"Why not?"

"I want to marry you soon, just not that soon."

"Fine fine. But we still have to talk about all this."

"And we will. Now can I get back to eating?"

"Of course." He laughed.

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After we did the dishes together we retired to the family room where we watched a little tv. I yawned and stood up.

"I'm going to bed."

"I'll join you." He stood up and turned off the tv.

We walked to our bedroom where he quickly took off his shirt and pants, leaving him in just his boxers and threw them into the laundry basket. I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a tank top and a pair of pajama bottoms. I changed while he got comfortable in the bed. I crawled into bed next to him.

"Night." I said kissing him.

"Night." He smiled pulling me close to him. He began humming an old Irish lullaby. I smiled and drifted off to sleep to his humming.