Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): T, Duplicity
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Prompt: Sweets
I had spent most of Sunday recovering from my bachelorette party. Lying on the sofa, nibbling on saltines, while Edward regaled me with his bachelor party was pretty much heaven. It seems he was out with all the husbands of the blue-hairs I had been with, and their party was much more sedate. They played golf, had dinner, then sat around giving him advice on how to deal with pregnancy, post-partum, and holding a conversation when a good game was on.
"Apparently a lot can be done with the 'nod and grunt' method," he said, laughing as he brought me some broth for lunch. "They said the most important thing I can learn to say is 'Yes, dear.'" It was impossible not to nod in agreement, which earned me a soft hit with a pillow.
Settling next to me with a sandwich for himself he started flipping through the channels on the television as I slurped my bland soup, hungrily eyeing his sandwich. Catching me watching him take a bite, he winked. "No food for you until your stomach has settled," he chided. "You're still having trouble with the saltines."
"I know, but it looks so good," I whined as I stirred my broth. "This is just so boring."
"When was the last time you felt queasy?" he asked before taking another bite. As if on cue my stomach started to gurgle. Hearing it he quickly reached for my bowl, but it was thankfully a false alarm. "How long does this typically last?"
"The worst has been a day, so I almost never drink anymore. The most I'll have is one glass of wine, and still don't finish that just in case." He had been surprised to find I had a mild allergy to alcohol this morning, which had prompted an immediate call to his sister. Alice had naturally felt horrible, asking him why he hadn't told her before and was surprised that he didn't know. Since the wedding was now less than a week away she told us she would scour the area for fake champagne, apologizing profusely until the end for making me so sick. I was thankful she was going to get the fake stuff. I had simply planned on not drinking, but now could pretend.
By the end of the day I was starving. Edward relented, allowing me to move up from saltines and broth to macaroni and cheese that he made from scratch. Esme and Carlisle came to visit for a short time, hoping I felt better and chastising Edward for not warning them sooner. Once they left we had a quick discussion on medical history, something that hadn't even crossed our minds before. I was shocked to find out he was allergic to bell peppers. This conversation naturally led to food, what we liked, what we didn't, and what we would drag ourselves through the desert to eat.
"Sweets, anything with sugar and I'm there," he said, leaning against the arm of the couch and holding me in his arms. His hand was stroking my arm, causing goose-bumps to form. "Although, my favorite things in that department are chocolate-banana shakes and bananas foster."
"So you like bananas, huh?" I asked, making his hand stop by threading my fingers with his. "I prefer strawberries, covered in chocolate, served with a sabayon sauce, as shortcake, or even plain."
"Sabayon sauce? Can you eat that?" he asked, playing with my fingers and twisting some to be more comfortable.
"The alcohol cooks out, so it's usually fine." It was now getting late, and I was extremely comfortable. My eyelids were starting to droop in spite of the action flick on the television.
"Still can't believe you don't like peas," he said, shaking his head. "Canned ones I understand, but fresh are amazing!" He didn't get an answer, my eyelids had won.
The next thing I was aware of was a gentle shaking on my shoulder. "Bella, honey?" Edward called, "I'm heading into work. I told my dad you needed another day off. I didn't want to wake you, but I also didn't want to go to work without saying goodbye." I reached out and grabbed his tie, pulling him in for a quick kiss before letting go and rolling back over. His warm chuckle was the last thing I remember from the morning.
My stomach woke me around lunch time, complaining vociferously about being so empty. I hadn't managed to eat much of Edward's macaroni and cheese the night before, and now it sounded incredibly good. Throwing off the covers I realized that I felt really good as well. It seemed the extra sleep had done the trick, or my body had finally metabolized all the alcohol. Whichever it was I was ready to get up and do something with the day.
Within minutes I was rummaging around in the refrigerator, searching for the casserole, but couldn't find it. There was only one solution.
"Hey, are you feeling better?" Edward asked by way of answering his cell phone.
"I'm hungry, and the mac and cheese has disappeared," I told him in greeting.
"So, yes, you are feeling better then?" he said while chuckling. "I took it into work for lunch."
"Yes, I am feeling better, and was looking forward to some mac and cheese. I guess I'll just have to find something else." My eyes travelled around the kitchen, picturing the food that was behind each cupboard door. I was still standing in front of the refrigerator, the door open, hoping for inspiration.
"I have an idea," he said into the phone. "Why don't you close the refrigerator, take a shower, and I'll send Alice over?"
"How did you know I was standing with the refrigerator door open?" I asked, closing the door and blushing at being caught.
"Because you've stood in front of it before when you were hungry," he said. "Go take a shower, Alice will be thrilled to wait on you. I might even ask her to pick you up some mac and cheese, unless you want something else?"
"Any comfort food will do," I told him, making my way to my bathroom. The thought of being pampered didn't sit well, but it was better than cooking or going out myself. "She doesn't have to do this," I added, feeling slightly guilty still.
"I know, but she's thrilled to do something to make up for getting you so sick." It was then I heard his office door closing over the phone.
"Was she there?" I asked, pausing in unbuttoning my top.
"Yes, and very excited. She came to see me to ask if there was any way to make this up to you, and so you've really made her day."
"Fine, I'm getting in the shower now. When will you be home?" I asked as the last button came undone on my top. Slipping it off I realized he hadn't spoken in a while. "Edward?"
"Are you naked?" he asked quietly. I quickly pulled down my bottoms.
"Yes," I replied teasingly, "Why?"
"I swear you're going to be the death of me. I'm hanging up now. I love you."
Turning on the water, making sure he could hear it, I answered. "Next week maybe you can join me. I love you too." All I heard after that was a groan and a ring tone.
The doctor made me get a tetanus shot yesterday since I hadn't had one since before 2005. Apparently the new shot comes with a vaccine for whooping cough, which is going around, even amongst adults. So, if you haven't had your tetanus booster since before 2005, please go get one!
