Overwatch Fanfiction: The Love We Feel 💕COMPLETED💕

Chapter 39: Chicken and Waffles

For breakfast, Torbjörn served chicken and waffles. He used the leftover chicken from dinner the night before. One feather sure does make a lot of chicken {Swedish people have more magic that any other race}.

Tracer stealthily poked her head inside the dining room. When she didn't see Hanzo she blinked inside and sat next to Emily. "Where have you been?" Emily hugged Tracer.

"Just chilling with Winston in his science lab." Tracer replied. "We ate a lot of peanut butter and I think I might have constipation now. Do I look fat?"

"Naw baby, you have that talent where you never get fat." Emily laughed.

"Beep Beep Boop Boop Boop?" (Translation: I thought you weren't allowed in Winston's science lab?) Baston asked.

"I'm Winston's best friend." Tracer beamed. "I get special privileges."

"I'm just glad that you're back." Emily hugged Tracer again.

Emily glanced over to Bastion. He was awkwardly cutting his mechanical waffles and Emily let go of Tracer because she felt like she was rubbing her relationship on Bastion's ungodly cube face thing. It was awkward being girlfriendly while the omnic that had a crush on her watched.

Torbjörn used his super strong left arm to slide a plate of chicken and waffles down the table to Tracer. Tracer inhaled everything on her plate and then went back in time. She already had too much trash going through her system(Not that Torb's food was trash. It is actual god).

"Tracer that's not okay." Emily said worriedly. "That's like the same thing as puking up your food."

"Beepleleleh zwee?" (Translation: Why's that bad?") Bastion asked. He didn't understand humans because he was mechanical and never took health in High School.

"It's not healthy for someone to puke up food after they eat." Emily turned to Bastion.

"I didn't puke. I recalled in time so I got the food out of my system." Tracer said.

"But that's bad!" Emily contested the point despite not being a playable hero.

"I'm already full of peanut butter!" Tracer shouted calling the entire table's attention to her and Emily. "And I'm constipated!"

"You didn't need to eat the chicken and waffles!" Emily shouted back.

"True but it's scrumptious!" Tracer yelled to Emily.

"You're right, they are really scrumptious!" Emily yelled back to Tracer. Gosh they're still yelling.

Then, Emily took a big bite from her chicken and chewed it while staring into Tracer's eyes. Everyone at the table stayed silent as Emily finished chewing her chicken. They sat in fear that another relationship was breaking apart. Emily and Tracer spent another intense minute staring at each other as if to prove a point somehow.

Finally, Tracer started laughing because she can't take anything seriously. "You're too cute, love." Tracer giggled and everyone sighed in relief. "You're right. I won't do that again."

"Thank you." Emily sighed.

Tracer leaned over and gave Emily a kiss on the cheek. "I'm going to the loo." She whispered. "I am extremely constipated."