just one day

47.

I moaned in satisfaction after stuffing the spoon of rice into my mouth. I reached over to the other side, and stuffed a spoon of corn beef into my mouth.

You know how cold water tastes in the middle of night? Well leftovers taste just as good, if not better.

To swallow all that down I picked up the cup of strawberry milkshake and drank. I let out a breathe meaning I was almost full.

I'm still surprised that I wasn't full from dinner, I mean I knew being pregnant that I'd get different types of cravings but this... this was embarrassing.

Sneaking out of bed, tippy toeing making sure not to wake anyone, telling the guards to ignore me or act as if they didn't see me just so I could go stuff my face in the middle of night.

Here I was ass on the cold countertop with containers surrounding me in the middle of night.

To drown out my thoughts, I was about to stuff another spoon of rice into my mouth when the kitchen light turned on causing my heart to drop.

I froze, swallowing hard.

I hear a chuckle and I knew exactly who is was, I slowly turned to see Yoongi leaning against the kitchen door frame looking at me.

I quickly swallowed the remaining food in my mouth.

"What are you doing?" He asks walking into the kitchen.

"I should ask you the same thing, shouldn't you be sleeping?" I ask displaying anger in my voice when the truth was I was embarrassed I got caught.

By him.

"I still would be if someone didn't decide to leave the bed without telling me" he says approaching me.

He was worried? What? That I'd run away? As if I'd even be able to make it out the door without him telling the guards to stop me.

"Still... I mean were you just standing there watching me?"

Without me even knowing he was there. How long was he even standing there for? It was creepy.

"I told you already I like too look at pretty things" he flirts causing me to turn away to hide the smile that wanted to appear on my face.

I sigh, facing him again. "Well you caught me, you can go back to bed now. I'll be up shortly" I tell him wanting him to leave so I can continue to eat without feeling judged.

His eyes search the counter, "rice, corn beef, and a milkshake?" He asks arching his eyebrows.

"What? I was hungry" I defend myself.
He lets out a slight laugh, "you're always hungry" he tells me causing me to place the spoon down and roll my eyes at him.

"If you were hungry you didn't have to sneak out of bed to eat. You could've woken me or get one of the maids" he tells me.

"You all were sleeping and it would be to much to wake one of them up just to do something I could've done myself. Besides, if we're going to be living together alone, I have to do things on my own" I say not realizing the words I just told him.

His expression changed, "you thought about it?" He asks a smile forming on his face.

Seriously, yes. I liked the idea of him and I officially moving in together, you know.

Just us being together without the maids and so many rooms. Just a regular family size house, for us to raise our child together.

I nodded before letting out a soft sigh, "what you said the yesterday made sense. We don't a castle as a home, I want our child to grown up without all the worries we had growing up" I tell him seriously.