I'm In Love With My Killer

Jobs

I woke up in the morning to an empty bed. I wonder where Michael went? I shrugged and started to head towards the kitchen. I saw Michael standing over the kitchen stove, cooking breakfast. I smiled. That's really sweet of him to do that for us. I came up behind him as quietly as possible but it was a fail..

Michael: Good morning beautiful.

Damn..

Suesie: Good morning..

I said hugging him from behind. Michael took a small piece of the eggs and turned around.

Michael: Here, try this.

Michael said as he fed it to me. I smiled.

Suesie: This tastes great honey.

Michael smiled.

Michael: Good, I'm glad. Want some baby?

Suesie: Yes please.

Michael started to walk away.

Michael: Follow me.

Michael sat down and set the plate down.. Yes I know.. Plate..

Suesie: That's yours, isn't it?

Michael grinned.

Michael: Come and sit with me baby.

I sat down on his lap and waited.

Suesie: What now?

Michael took another piece of the food and fed it to me.

Michael: I'll be feeding you today.

Suesie: This tastes heavenly Mike.

Michael looked at me with an surprised but confused look upon his face as he smiled.

Michael: You haven't called me Mike in a long time baby.. What's the occasion?

Suesie: Nothing, I'm just thanking you for making such a wonderful breakfast for me.

Michael: For you? I'm only sharing my food with you.

Suesie: Well, then I will see you later.

I said getting up.

Michael: Where are you going?

Suesie: You'll see.

I said opening the front door. The cool breeze of the Fall air hit me. I went out to the mailbox and got the mail, along with the newspaper. We need jobs. I came back inside and sat down on the couch. I opened  the newspaper article and flipped through the pages to the 'Help Wanted' section.

Suesie: Michael, what are you good at?

Michael: Being a good husband, a good brother, giving you pleasure..

Michael said chuckling at the last comment. I put the paper over my head.. Oh Lord..

Suesie: Only you.. I meant as a job..

Michael: I can do businesses.. My dad had me working and negotiating with him for a long time. I can also sing and dance, but I prefer not to..

Suesie: Why not?

I said putting the paper down as I looked at Michael.

Michael: It's too embarrassing.

Suesie: I bet that you do great.. Sing for me.

Michael groaned.

Michael: But baby.... You better be glad that I Love You.

I smiled, then he started to sing.