383 I can cook (1/2)

”I need to put the groceries into the kitchen,” she said, well, more like grumbled. He refused to listen and they spent hours making love. Now, she was worried if she followed her tiredness, all those fresh ingredients went bad.

”But I still need you,” he mumbled.

”I am still here. Be good.” With that, she walked to the living room hurriedly, even only in her shirt. She did not bother wearing her pants. It was wasting her time trying to locate where he threw it away during the heated moments.

And boy, how passionate he was during those hours. If she did not exercise regularly, she would be left breathless and weak.

Her cheeks were still red from their session. She quickened her step to the kitchen. Right now she should be worried about her meats. Were they already ruined beyond saving?

The first plastic she attacked was the one full with meat. She let out a relieved sigh when she saw them in good condition. She took out four to cook for tonight's dinner and put the rest into the refrigerator. Although the amount was quite a lot, as the freezer was empty, she managed to arrange them neatly in there. She then turned her attention to the vegetables and other things to put them into their appropriate place.

Jeremy lied on the bed with only the blanket covering his naked body. He frowned when he heard noises coming from the kitchen. He waited for a several minutes before jumped to his feet and put on a boxer. Then, he rushed to the kitchen.

”Do you need help, babe?” he asked once he reached the kitchen. He watched as she, sitting on her knees, arranging the bottles and tins into the counter's cabinet. He quickly knelt beside her and took the bottles from her hands. ”Why do you need to do all these? I can do it.”

”You?” she cocked an eyebrow.

”Stop giving me that look. I am not that lazy, okay?” he sat up straighter to make him seem serious but she just shook her head. ”Love.”

”You go fresh yourself. I will start making dinner after this,” she told him, could not stand seeing his look.

He tried to change her mind but she was insisted on not having him in the kitchen while she was cooking. She did not want to be distracted.

With his head drop low, he walked back into the bedroom. He went straight into the bedroom to clean himself. She told him to so he, as her good husband, would obey. He would do everything she told him to.

It did not take him much time to take a quick shower. But for her, he spent time to get ready. He even sprayed cologne all over his body just to make her think he smelled delicious and maybe, they could repeat back what they did just now.

”Ryn, what are you doing so long in there? Are you done yet?” Jeremy asked as he looked into the kitchen. Why was it so long for her to stay in the kitchen? Why wasn't she returned back to the bedroom to be with him?

Jeremy did not realize how he turned so spoiled and clingy today. He only thought about Ryn and wanted her to be with him all the time. He just wanted her to be close to him, right next to him.

”I'm cooking dinner,” she replied. She sidestepped him when he was blocking her way to the kitchen.

”But... I plan to cook for us,” he mumbled.

”You?” she cocked an eyebrow. Although he could help her in the kitchen but only an unimportant task like cutting the chicken or vegetables or preparing the seafood but in term of cooking, she did not believe in him. He always believed using the highest temperature would make the cooking better. Less time and less struggle. Every time he tried to cook something for her, it ended up in the trash bin, all black and unrecognizable. Of course, the first time he cooked meal for her, she ate it happily despite the color and taste but afterwards, she had to speak the truth even though it hurt his feeling. She did not want to end up being hospitalized because of food-poisoning.

”I can cook,” he said, sticking his chin up proudly.

”Just go do whatever you need to do. Why don't you go to the studio and finish the preparation for Mika's wedding?” she suggested. She desperately wanted him out of the kitchen. He would only distract her when he was here. And the possibility for him to pull her away from the kitchen during the cooking was huge as well. It was better to keep him away from the kitchen.

”But...”

”Just go. I'm getting hungrier. You don't want to starve me, do you?” She crossed her arms and frowned.

”Of course not. You're important. Your stomach is important,” he answered hurriedly.

”Then?”