COFFEE & CREAM

C22. Meat Vs Vegetables

Forth POV

"Seriously!?" I choke my laughter seeing the food Beam cooked.

He pouted, as he placed the sausages in the dining table. But no matter how much I try, I couldn't stop my laughter any longer seeing the food he had prepared.

"How it is possible that you burnt the sausages so badly then undercook the pancakes and eggs?" I asked as I forked a sausage and sniffed it.

"Is this still edible?" I ask him again.
"Hope you're not trying to get back at me because I almost broke your skull last time?"

As expected his face became animated.
It always does whenever I tease him about our first attempt to make love.
I, however, love that face more than anything else.

"I am already mentally exhausted taking care of a grown man who occasionally have a tantrum equivalent of a toddler. You think I would still have an energy to think things like getting back at you?"
He mumbles as he crossed his arms in front of me. Looking at me with discontent.
He further nags.

"Though it might be a possibility in the future...If you won't stop whinning about needing to eat your heavy meals and meat eventhough
I clearly said I CAN'T COOK!"

He is pissed off by the looks of it.
So, I just faced him blankly.
Like any husband who doesn't want any morning arguments. The best solution is to keep quite and just let the wife continue nagging.

It was my fault anyways.
Beam made it clear numerous times that he can't cook. But, I was too stubborn to believe that. I thought he was just trying to fend me off.

No wonder he just makes vegetable salads. He is quite dangerous near the stove.

"That's what a wife is supposed to be doing, Hobbit!" I snapped at him, as I scrape the burnt part of the sausage.
"How do you expect me to survive SOTUS week eating just leaves?"

"Wife my ass!"

He scoffed as he placed both his hands on the pockets of the apron, as his nagging continues.
"I am more like a kept housekeeper!
You live in a very posh place but dust became one with your furniture's! Have you ever checked the laundry room before
I came here?" he pointed the door next to our kitchen.

"Nope. That's so unescessary as I always had hired help." I smile at him proudly.

"Of course, you did." he exclaim as he roll his eyes at me. "Did everyone quit after getting acquinted with you're bad temper?"

"No. I fired them all after they all tired to get under my pants." I look at him seriously. "However, I can easily arrange it if you want?"

I took out my cell to made the call.
"You wouldn't believe what those girls did."

I mumble as I scrolled my contact list.
"The last one was fired after getting caught sniffing my used underpants...It was minor THOUGH compared to the earlier ones.

I had worst."

I told him as I shook my head silently laughing inside as Beam's mouth gap open to my revelation.

As I was about to make the call,
Beam immediately grab it out of my reach.

"I thought so." I smilled at him mischievously. "I don't mind you sniffing them though."

"After washing a month's worth of underpants believe me sniffing them is out of option." Beam declared.

I just smiled at him sheepishly.

"You have my permission to do more than just the sniffing, Hobbit."
I winked before grabbing him until he sat on my lap.

"You're more to me than just a mere housekeeper, Hobbit. You should think less especially if we are sleeping on just one bed."