~So this is a random oneshot that I came up with in my very very, very, boring math class!!!!~
How can I lose my slow walking, five month pregnant wife, in our medium sized apartment?? But I managed it. I have no clue where Ginny's gone off to.
I walked through our flat, passing windows, furniture, but no flash of red hair. "Merlin Ginny!" I said under my breath. Finally, I heard singing from our kitchen. 'Gotcha." I sauntered in, finding Ginny in dark gray sweat pants that belonged to me, a pink 'The Beatles' shirt, and squirting chocolate sauce on…a sandwich.
"…So what's with the shenanigan sandwich?" I asked. Her eyes looked up from under her thick eyelashes.
"For your information, it is a delicious sandwich." she sniffed.
Her attitude kept getting worse, day by day. "Oh yeah. Cheddar cheese, jalapeños, peanuts, lettuce, mayonnaise, chicken, peanut butter, strawberry-rhubarb jelly, and chocolate sauce was definitely on my menu for a snack."
I sneered, sarcasm obvious in my voice.
"Oh goody! You can have half!"
Maybe the sarcasm wasn't obvious for her, because she proceeded to cut the sandwich in half and push one half across the counter towards me. She took a bite and I winced, but she sighed.
"Delifioush." she breathed, her mouth full.
I was almost ready to throw up. "Well go on! Try it!" I gave the sandwich a skeptical look. She was in such a happy mood, and I didn't want to be the one to make her mad again. I took a deep breath and took a bite. She looked at me hopefully, but thankfully I was very good at poker faces.
I composed my facial expression quickly and chewed. It had a weird taste, but it wasn't that disgusting. She grinned at me, taking the last bite of her sandwich and walked around the center island and flung her arms around me. "I love you Draco!!" I smiled, slipped an arm around her waist and swallowed the second bite of the sandwich I'd taken. It wasn't half bad once you got used to it!
Maybe we'd have to keep some of these shenanigan recipes.
