Standard Disclaimers apply. Only the plot bunny's mine.
Kenshin Himura rang the doorbell to his friends' the Sagara's suburban home. In his hands was a jar of his wife's pickled vegetables that Sano's wife had specifically requested. For the life of him, he can't think why since she never liked it when Kaoru prepared it before. He could think of only one solution– she wanted it for medicinal use. "Coming!" Sano's voice called through the door. A moment later, the taller man opened the door to Kenshin's surprised "Oro?"
Sanosuke Sagara had lived through a lot of abuse. Abuse of body through his rough and tumble childhood and college football days, abuse of emotions when he was courting the woman who was now his wife, and abuse of mind due to all the things she was having him do recently. Cooking and preparing food for her was one of these. Not that he couldn't cook— he did, and very well at that. Not that he didn't want to cook for her— he did, and he loved cooking for her. It was what she asked him to prepare.
For example, the other day she wanted a peanut butter sandwich with apples and tomatoes. The evening before it was ice cream with cayenne pepper flakes and chopped celery; last night it was ramen noodles with strips of dried fish and sugar cane; then early this morning it was pancakes with jam – lots of jam which was normal enough but she didn't like jam! and now, the crowning glory of her craziness was asking for Kaoru's pickled vegetables! He could understand her wanting Kenshin's pickled vegetables, but Kaoru's? She had to have finally snapped.
"Thanks, Kenshin. I appreciate it."
Kenshin was still looking at him with an incredulous look on his face.
"What?" Sanosuke demanded.
The redhead burst out laughing. Sano looked down to where the other man was pointing—at him. He was wearing sweats, a white shirt, and an apron. A frilly, pink and purple apron. He forgot he had put on his wife's favorite apron when he prepared the pancakes.
"Shut up right now or I'll dump this over your head," he said to Kenshin, a glare worthy of Megumi's admiration flashing from his eyes.
"Sorry, sorry," the unrepentant friend gasped, trying to catch his breath from his fit of laughter. "Later, man," haha "I have to tell" more chortling, "Yahiko."
"Kenshin!" But the other man was already driving away.
"Honey, do you have our breakfast?" His beloved's voice drifted down sweetly from the second floor.
"Yes, dear," he sighed wearily. Five months. Just five more months before this could be all over. He can't wait.
A/N: Let there be no mistake: Sanosuke is married to Megumi! (^ ^,)