“So now what?” I whispered. I really didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to move, I didn’t feel like life was worth living for anyone besides Eric, and I was just plain lost. I didn’t even know what day it was, but I did realize I needed to eat. My stomach growled as soon as I made the connection in my head, proving my point. Eric laughed quietly.
“Well based on that, how about we start with breakfast?” As he spoke he stood up and scooped me up bridal style. He must’ve been able to tell that I had no energy left. Crying sure does take a lot out of a person.
After setting me down in one of the two chairs in our tiny little kitchen, Eric walked over to the fridge and started pulling ingredients out. Then he opened the pantry door and pulled a box of pancake mix off of the top shelf.
“Oooh, pancakes.” I smiled. That was a special breakfast because it was more expensive to make. Between the mix itself, eggs, milk, and oil, it ended up being almost three times as much as a bowl of knock-off brand cereal would be. That was our standard breakfast on a day to day basis, so this really was special.
“Mhm, I knew that they’d make you smile. And I miss seeing your smile.” I tried to smile even more in response, just to make him happy, and he turned his back to me to start making the pancakes. Trying to be sneaky, I slowly stood up and made my way over to him. Once I was right behind him, I put my arms around him and stood on my tiptoes to put my chin on his shoulder and watch what he was doing.
“Well hello.” He smiled and turned his head to kiss me on the cheek before returning to the task at hand.
“I just don’t like to be away from you.”
“I know, and I feel the same way about you.” He stopped mixing ingredients together and turned around to face me. He put his hands on my waist and leaned his forehead to mine. “Guess what?”
“What?”
“Tickle!”
“Wait, wha- ahh!” I laughed uncontrollably and tried to get him to stop, but there was no way to get him to stop.
“Hahahaha, sweetie, stop it! Hahaha…” Now he was laughing pretty hard too, and he stopped tickling me for a second. That was the same second when I started tickling him.
“Revenge!”
“Haha, noo!” He tried to get me to stop but I had quick reflexes and managed to avoid his attempts to grab my wrists to make me stop. After another minute went by, I stopped tickling him. Then I realized something.
“Eric?”
“Yes?”
“I’m... happy.” His smile grew to be the size of the moon, and seeing him smile made me do so in return.
“I know baby.” He stepped closer to me and brushed his hand against my cheek. “I’d forgotten how beautiful your smile is… I’m so happy its back.”
“You know what would make me even happier?”
“What?”
“Can you finish making the pancakes?” As his hand fell away from my face, he laughed.
“Of course I can!” And with that he turned back to the stove to make pancakes. I stood by and watched, trying to stay as out of the way as possible.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, there were two stacks of golden deliciousness each piled on a plate. I dove right in, starving after not eating for… How many days had it been?
“Eric, do you know when the last time I ate something was?” He looked down for a minute, and I could see that he was struggling to figure out how long it’d been.
“I want to say it’s been two days.” Wow. Two days since I tried to kill myself? That’s a long time, but, at the same time, that’s nothing at all. Instead of reliving those horrible memories I decided to stuff my face with more pancakes.
Clink. Soon, the end of my fork hit the plate instead of food. I looked up to see Eric staring at me.
“Do you want more?”
I blushed. I was absolutely starving even though I’d just eaten seven pancakes. “Yes please,” I said, “But I can just have something else, I don’t want to put you through any more trouble.”
Eric stood up, took my plate, looked me in the eye, and said in his fake British accent: “Since when is cooking for you, Alaska White, any trouble?” I laughed. His fake British accent was scary good, and he knew it always made me laugh. I suppose that’s half the reason why he did it for me.
I followed him into our little kitchen and watched as he made another batch of pancakes just for me. As he put the final one on top on the stack, I kept thinking to myself.
You know, this is the happiest I’ve been in months; maybe time is the cure for some things.
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Awwwww :) Isn't Eric just so adorably sweet? :) I know this was a fluff chapter, but it's important none-the-less. I hope you enjoyed it! Please vote and/or leave a comment if you feel it's worthy. Or even if you don't, please leave a comment telling me what you think I should do differently. Thanks for reading! :D
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