His Fiore

19

Rose's P.O.V

I woke up to the sound of sneezing and coughing. Quickly, I turned around and frowned at Enrique. His eyes and nose were red as he was coughing into his arm.

"Are you okay?" I mumbled cupping his face but I took my hand away as he was extremely hot.

"Enrique, you are burning up!" I whispered putting my hand to his forehead.

"I'm fine" he said right before sneezing.

"Don't lie to me bitch, I will hit you" I said glaring down at him.

"I said I'm fine" he said sitting up.

I glared at his back as he stretched and went into the bathroom. A few minutes later, running water was heard meaning he was showering. I looked out the window to see the sun setting.

Today, when we went to the kitchen, I realised mama had kept some recipes with ingredients there so I could cook. I guess I could make something tonight.

I wrote Enrique a small note before running downstairs and into the kitchen. Picking up the book of recipes, I flicked through numerous pages of mouth watering foods until I stopped at a certain page.

Speegos!

Ah the wondrous picture of spaghetti glowed on the page as if screaming out "pick me! Pick me!". I looked at the ingredients and sent a small prayer to God that we had all the things necessary.

Opening and closing all the kitchen drawers, I was happy to say I had everything that was compulsory.

I began by frying the mince, adding the chopped onions and garlic in between. Whilst I was mixing the ingredients together, Enrique had come down and was sat on the chairs.

"That smells amazing" he said laying his head down on the table. His hair was still wet and he was now wearing a tank top with sweatpants. I looked up at his face to see it was still red and stuffy.

I put the fire low and walked up to him putting my hands on his back.

"You should rest some more, you are ill" I said massaging his shoulders as he let out a huff.

"No, I'm perfectly fine, do you need help cooking?" He murmured standing up as I sighed.

Stubborn ass.

"Yes actually, could you chop up the mushrooms and pepper please, also add any more vegetables that you want with the spaghetti" I said, stirring my beef before chopping up the tomatoes.

I added everything in and stirred it for awhile, adding in water every now and then. Enrique put in the vegetables he chopped and told me to sit down.

"I'll do the rest" he said as I took a seat on one of the chairs.

"Why are you pretending that you aren't ill? It is very clear that you are" I said resting my chin on my hand.

"I took my pills, I'm good" he said, adding in spaghetti to the pot of delicious goodness.

"Ah and that miraculously made you completely fine" I said leaning back in my chair before continuing.

"It's not bad that you are ill, in fact I would use that to my advantage and lazy off" I said shrugging my shoulders.

"Why are you so annoying?" He said turning around with a plate of the spaghetti in his hands.

My eyes closed as he placed the plate in front of me. The aroma was spectacular!

"You're drooling" Enrique said, sitting next to me with his own plate.

I put my hand up to my mouth and rolled my eyes when I found nothing there. He chuckled before eating the speegos.