Aurora pov
After Dexter slept off, I stayed for a while, making sure he was asleep, then I stood up, looking for his drugs, it was on the centre table, and I sighed, looking at it, I seriously doubt I would allow him take these pills; if he tries to take them, I would feel so guilty, but how do I stop him from taking them? He takes them every day, and Dr.James hasn't given me the other pills.
"What do I do?" I mumbled, running a hand through my hair, I bit my lips, maybe I should cook him dinner while pondering what to do, I breathe out, leaving his room and heading to the kitchen, I got to the kitchen, and Mary with the two maid's was cooking.
I entered, washing my hands and wearing an apron, I went to look for all the ingredients and thankfully, they had all the ingredients, I am going to cook him a tasty soup with freshly made garlic bread by the side, And of course some fruits, I will handle his food for now on, and I will make sure it's all healthy, the drugs need to wear off from his system.
"Can I ask what are you doing?" Mary asked, and I turned around, acting oblivious.
"Cooking?" I asked, dumbly, and she glared at me honestly, I am tried of her attitude, "we are already preparing dinner; there is no need," she snapped, I dropped what I was holding and folded my arms.
"Let me ask this, Mary, what is your position in this house?" I asked, and she went quiet, I nod my head I thought so. " You wear a maid uniform alongside the other girls, I was married legally into this house, I don't care if you've been here for eternity, but you will respect me, this isn't your kitchen; you don't own it, you don't make rules of this House; who the hell are you?" I asked, looking I to her eyes, the other girls started whispering, and she looked angry and embarrassed.
"If you want to make rules concerning a kitchen, then you might as well go to your husband's house, I don't care how I get married to Dexter, but he is mine husband, and I will care for him by cooking his meals and getting him ready, and you will sit out, stay off my back, and let me do my duties," I snapped, she went quiet, and I turned around and started cooking.
I have never stood up for myself, but I am doing that for Dexter, who has been mean throughout with me. Well, I guess I am just caring for him and wanting him off wheelchair, I won't accept such disrespect from her lousy mouth, I hummed, forgetting about the funning woman behind me as I joyfully cooked, I missed cooking at my workplace, but I guess I was bound to leave there some day.
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"There," I mumbled, decorating my food, I added all the finishing touches, and the looks so good, the bread is golden brown, perfectly cooked, and the aroma is heavenly; I cut apple's, pineapple, and pears on the side. Perfect and healthy, I carried the tray, and I gently carried it to his room, I heard Mary's voice.
"Aren't you going to eat?" She asked
"No," he snapped
"But, mr.king, I've prepared you your dinner," she said, and I hissed in anger, I wonder why I didn't see her I the kitchen; that sneaky butch brought his food without me knowing. I balanced the tray on my leg and opened the door, I walked in, and they looked at me as I walked in, I ignored them both and dropped the food l looked at the food she cooked him, which was on the table.
"Really?" I asked, holding in my scoff Dexter looked at me; he was Seated on the couch, and then he looked at my food.
"Please, leave ," he said looking at Mary, and her mouth opened wide in shock, I smiled, happy he was dismissing her.
"Mr.king," she said, he glared at her, " Are you tried of working here?" He asked and she immediately went quiet, she glared at me, and I ignored her; she picked up the tray and walked out angrily, I smiled, going to Dexter I sat beside him, ruffling his hair.
"Look at me standing up for me," I said playing with his hair, he swatted my hand away harshly.
"Move," he snapped, I rolled my eyes my smile dropping slowly.
"He has the worst temper," I mumbled "I heard that," he said, looking at me I waved him off, dragging the tray towards us .
"I made us a beautiful meal, tasty chicken soup properly garnished with tasty garlic bread and fruits," I said, looking at him, he frowned.
"Why should I eat your food?" He asked and I smiled.
"Why shouldn't you eat my food?" I asked and he glared at me.
"I am not hungry," he said, and my eye's widened.
"What?" I asked.
"Take it out," he snapped, trying to grab his laptop, but I held his hand.
"Not on my watch will you think you won't eat my food, which I took time preparing," I said, cleaning my hands on my clothes, I took the bread, cutting a small portion out of it, then I dragged his hair a bit backwards,and he was scream at me, but I put the bread in his mouth his eye's widened in anger, but I allowed the bread to touch his taste buds, and his widened as he chewed.
"Hmm," he mumbled, I smiled.
"Delicious, right?" I asked, taking more and putting it in his mouth, and he was eating it, I smiled; he is so cute right now,I took the spoon, took a scoop of soup, and blew ln it.
"Aeroplanes," I said excitedly, flowing the spoon in front of him, and he glared at me but open this mouth.
"Hmm," he mumbled again, drinking the soup.
"The bread and soup joining together is making your taste buds excited, right?" I asked, and he ignored me, he collected the spoon, and I watched him eating, I sat beside him l, just looking at him as he ate. He didn't need to compliment my food; I could tell he loves it, he was savouring the taste, my heart beat in pity again; who could have done this to him? He must have been cheerful man growing up; why do this to him?.
His hair fell on his forehead, and I couldn't help myself as I brushed it up mindlessly, we sat in silence, and before I knew it he finished
the food meant for of us. He only left a small portion of bread and pear, he breathe out, slumping on the chair after drinking the bottle water, and I looked at the empty tray how didn't I notice he was eating it all?
"You left nothing for me," I exclaimed, and he looked at me.
"You cooked this; cook another one," he snapped, my mouth opened in shock.
"It's getting too late to cook another one," I said, carrying the empty spoon up, he sat up and looked at me while rubbing the back of his head.
"I thought you brought this for me," he said, his grey eye's staring at me I sighed.
"I will take some fruits," I said, waving it off
"Good," he said, his voice sounding bossy, I glared at him.
"Is that all the thanks I get?" I asked " you get nothing," he said, and I looked at him, he licked his lips, and all my anger dissolved he loved my food, and he enjoyed it; that's all that matters.
"I am afraid I don't have the space In my stomach to swallow any pills," he mumbled and joy knew no bounds.
"Don't worry l; you can take them tomorrow it won't affect you," I said, rather too fast. He looked at me suspiciously but didn't say a word, I smiled, smiled, standing up and carrying my tray.
"Be right back," I said, running away, and his eyes followed me as I left, I smiled till I got to the kitchen, Mary and the maid's were cleaning up, I smiled as she glared at me hatefully after looking at my tray.
"Clean this up," I said, dropping the plates in the sink, I took an apple and skipped along, giggling, He is so cute.