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The time was seven in the morning, Bright and shiny visible to the astonishing Neverland windows. The covers on my body were blocking the sun from heat and any possible tan that I for sure would get without the covers. I stay in bed for about 2 more minutes than roll over to see Michael's beautiful face. But when I roll over he's not there. I frown patting the empty spot that was once filled with warmth and a sweaty body, but now soft and cold. I look up from the bed and see that the restroom is closed. Maybe Michael just woke up before me and went for a quick wash up. I sprint to the door and bust it open.
"Michael?" I speak softly seeing if he was in the restroom. He's not in here.
In the mean time I just decided that I would freshen up a bit and find Michael later. For all I know he's probably trying to cook again. Oh my gosh. I refuse to have another damn morning of a burnt pancake and over cooked eggs. I close the door and handle my business. After about 30 minutes i'm done from the restroom and open the door heading down the stairs. Surprisingly it smells yummy down here.
"Michael? Michael baby where are you." I asked searching around in the living room before going in the kitchen.
"I'm in here babe. Come eat" I go in the kitchen and see Michael making our plates with surprisingly delicious looking food.
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(No that is not my plate. I wish)
"Damn Michael. You cooked this? it looks so bomb." I say taking my plate and kissing Michael on the cheek. As i'm getting ready to sit down he says something to me that just pulls all of the anger out of my body and into the open.
"No my chef cooked it" Your chef. Your damn chef cooked the food. Okay. I think to myself.
"Michael didn't you say that you fired the chef after we got married 6 Months ago? We made an agreement to let no woman or man come into our relationship of what husband and wife were suppose to do for each other and you tell me your chef cooked our food. Which i'm pretty sure I was supposed to get up and do. Why did you lie?"
"Well Y/N. I didn't really lie to you because I said when I get the chance to fire her I would. Besides. We kinda need her. She'll probably be able to teach you how to cook as well."
"So your saying I don't know how to cook now huh. Fine. Don't fire the chef then. Let me just get my phone so I can call the masseuse from last time so he can rub me down in all the right places." I say about to run upstairs leaving the food carelessly on the table.
"Y/N wait. I'm sorry and you know good and well that I didn't mean it like that. Please just listen to me." Michael says gently grabbing my arm stopping me from going up the stairs.
"Than what did you mean Michael?" I speak softly to where only Michael and myself can hear despite all of the workers running around minding their business. I search Michael's eyes to let him know that I am listening and waiting for him to talk.
"Baby what I meant was that maybe you try to do too much. Were trying to have a baby of our own and it won't do us any good if we can't conceive with the stress levels your providing yourself baby. And I apologize for saying you can't cook Y/N. I can't talk. But I can for sure burn up some food on cold days. You forgive me baby?." Michael asked looking into your eyes waiting for a response.
I sigh and nod my head yes and give him a hug and we kiss.
"You still hungry Y/N." Michael asked walking us to the kitchen where our plates were.
"No. Not anymore. you?" I asked not mad anymore for he did apologize to me twice.
"Nope. But we can't waste the food so I got an idea." He says taking his bacon and braking them into small pieces and glances at me with a smirk. Oh I know what's about to go down.
"FOOD FIGHT" We both yell together and start taking whatever was on our plates and threw it at each other giggling and running around crazy with Michael being the loudest.
From the corner of my eye I see the chef trying to hide her self on the side of the hallway glaring at me and staring daggers at my soul. Oh. Did I forget to mention that the chef LOVES Michael. She's jealous. Although I don't blame her. He is mine though.
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