Spending the rest of the day together was amazing. The mans got stamina that's for sure. Taking in this time was much more gentle, still I thought he would never tire.
He even attempted to help me make dinner, long story short I ended up benching him. After two burned pots and a small fire i sent him into time out. I was just starving and he kept ruining the food causing my patience to end.
"So what is it" he asks from his chair.. behind the bench
"Chicken stir fry"
I look up to his face, his expression scrunched up to my words making me double take a look at him, I bump the pot with my hand, hissing I run to the sink.
"Want me to get it?" He asks with concern
"Don't even think about moving" i answer letting the cool water take the heat away
"You ok" he asks, he's acting like a toddler a very high energy one, no matter how much you love them you still get frustrated with their persistents.
"You don't like stir fry?" I ask trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice I turn the tap off and turn around to see he's already back at the pot looking at it cautiously armed with a spoon.
"Fucken toddler" I mutter under my breath
"You know I can hear you" he doesn't look at me as he positions the spoon and tastes the dish
"Well" I ask
"It needs salt" he states flipping the now empty spoon before catching it.
"How would you know what it needs" I sound offended, mentally rolling my eyes. Great
"I do eat food Mia" he raises an eyebrow still flipping the spoon and catching it while not even watching it.
I narrow my eyes at him how can he possibly do that and he can't even boil an egg right. Yea that's right, there's egg and egg shell currently stuck to the ceiling.
I move back to the stove snatching the spoon off him while it was in mid air.
"Over there now" I point with the spoon back to his time out chair, He chuckles as he raises his hands and backs away slowly
Idiot.
He's been so relaxed so care free he's like the same Ethan but just ... I don't know he's just happy now. I'm even to scared to bring anything up.. not sure how long this side of him will last, or what set it off, but he is different but in a good way.
I stare at the pot using the spoon I taste it.. asshole it does need salt.
as I pick up the salt and add more into the dish hearing him laugh behind me. I turn and throw the whole salt shaker aiming for his head but of course.. he catches it like I lobbed it to him.
I ignore his chuckle as I grab the plates and dish it out setting the table I take a seat next to him.
He eyes it carefully
"You have never eaten this before?" I ask confused watching him pick up his fork
He doesn't answer as he takes his first bite
