Marisson Family (One Shot-Collection)

Food Feud

Mairin's heart was thumping– and she wasn't sure if it was from horror or anger. Tears blurred her eyes, and she forced herself to turn away from Alain. Her hands curled into fists, trying to understand just what was happening. This was her husband– someone she loved, someone she had trusted! This couldn't be happening... they had only been married for a month...

Her gut twisted, perhaps this had been going on for even longer– all hidden behind her back.

Mairin struggled to find her voice. "H-how long?"

"What?" Alain asked, taking a step towards her.

"H-how long has this been going on for?" Mairin managed to ask, her throat feeling tight.

"Mairin, I don't understand why you're making such a big deal over–" Alain began, and she gritted her teeth.

"Stop acting like this is nothing!" Mairin cried. "I walk into the kitchen to find– to find–" She shot a disgusted glance at that horrible thing just sitting in their kitchen. "To find you putting that into my tea!"

Alain closed his eyes. "It's carrot juice Mairin. Just carrot juice."

"Just carrot juice?!" Mairin asked, whipping around to face him. "You've been sneaking that disgusting food– if you can even call it that– into perfectly good tea! How could you waste the tea like that, Alain? How could you keep this from me?"

Alain sighed. "It's not wasting, you didn't even taste the difference! It was just making a bit healthier, since you add like a cup of sugar to any drink you have. Besides, carrots are naturally sweet so if anything it's just another sweetener–"

"You've been putting vegetables into my tea," Mairin said with narrowed eyes. "I trusted you, Alain."

Alain let out another sigh. "Mairin, it was a cup of tea."

She crossed her arms. "It was my tea."

He rolled his eyes. "Honestly Mairin, it isn't hurting anybody. Besides, you just can't survive off of sugar!"

"I've been doing just fine my whole life," She said haughtily, grabbing her cup and dumping the contaminated drink down the sink. Her husband simply shook his head as the tea was dumped. "I'll be making my own tea from now on."

"No, you're not," Alain said. "The neighbors keep complaining about our fire alarm going off– I'm doing all the cooking."

Mairin was busy getting out a tea bag– determined to have a drink that wasn't tainted with carrots. "I am perfectly able to make tea."

"The apartment landlord has sent someone over to fix our fire alarm– twice now! They thought something was wrong with it because your cooking sets it off so much!" Alain cried.

"You're complaining about my cooking," Mairin muttered. "But yet you put carrot juice in my tea. Who knows what else you've done with my food."

She was joking– but the silence coming from Alain made her pause.

She turned to face him, eyes narrowing as Alain's gaze darted to the floor. "...Alain... You haven't sneaking anything else in my food... have you?"

He took in a deep breath. "You cannot survive off of sugar, which is what your diet would only consist of if I didn't do anything, so I've been making sure that there's actually something substantiation in the meals I cook," He crossed his arms. "It's called a recipe, Mairin, not 'sneaking'."

Her amber eyes glared at him. "It is sneaking if I didn't know about it," She pulled back slightly. "...You've been going behind my back!"

"I've been cooking food," Alain shook his head. "Are you really going to freak out over this, Mairin? Over carrot juice? Over spinach in a smoothie?"