LIfe for me is very normal. I wake up in the mornings, go to work, come home to a loving husband and a wonderful home-cooked meal. We eat together and finish off the night by watching the TV and relaxing before going to bed together. This has been my life, until yesterday….
Ludwig had gotten up to go to work, being sure to not wake his love as he got dressed and made himself breakfast. He made sure to make enough coffee for Feliciano and prepare all the things he liked to add to his coffee to help make it nice and sweet.
After his morning routine he gets in the car and drives to work, having an average day until his shift finally ends and he returns home to see his husband and a nice meal.
He opens the front door of his home and exclaims aloud,
"I'm home." as their dog greets him at the front door. Ludwig takes off his shoes and makes his way to the kitchen where he finds Feliciano, but no meal.
"Are you ok?" He asks in a semi-worried tone of voice. Feliciano loves cooking, so him not having dinner even started is very strange.
"Pasta…" Feliciano states in a quiet whisper.
"Uh, what?" Ludwig asks, walking over to his love. Feliciano quickly grabs his husband's shirt collar fiercely. There was a wild look in his eyes, very abnormal to his normal happy, care-free expression.
"Pasta! There is no more pasta!" Ludwig stood there in shock, unable to respond to his hysterical husband.
"Calm down Feliciano, it's just food." Ludwig pries Feliciano's hands off of his shirt and takes a step back. He readjusts his collar to make it straight and unwrinkled, suddenly realizing that something flew past his face. He looks back to find a knife stuck in the wall.
"I don't think you understand, there is no more pasta." Feliciano looked demonic, taking the time to sound out each word.
"You could've hurt me! You can't just throw stuff like that, especially sharp objects!" Ludwig runs over to the wall and tries to remove the knife, struggling to do so. "Damn Feliciano, I didn't know you could do that."
"Pasta, pasta, pasta." Feliciano slowly walks towards his husband. Ludwig stares in shock, completely dumbfounded that this is happening to him.
"I mean, we can go get you some pasta, or eat out tonight." Feliciano stops in his tracks and a small smile appears on his face.
After half an hour of waiting Ludwig and Feliciano are sitting at a table at an Italian restaurant. Feliciano has a bowl of pasta in front of him, which he happily eats with complete joy and happiness.
Ludwig watches stunned, not realizing his husband could ever be in such a state, but slowly turns his look into one of happiness as he watches his husband be completely happy. He makes a mental note, never run out of pasta.