I watch her carefully guide herself around the kitchen. I sat on a stool, my forearms resting against the counter, as I watched her work her way around the kitchen. Her lips moves slowly, as she counted the measurements in her head, and as she focussed on what she was making.
Since the last time I attempted to cook, there was a disaster and the house could have burned down, Bella thought it best that she make dinner for the night, and I could make something tommorow night.
I was more then happy to sit and watch as Bella danced her way around the kitchen. Her hair tucked behind her ears, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows and her eyes trained on the chunk of meat she was slicing into small bits.
It made me giddy just watching her. I'd often fantasised over the years of what my human life could have been like. I would have gone to serve in the army, when I got back I would have a loving wife at home, she would cook for me, and our kid would coming running into the room hugging me. The perfect family. I was brought up in a century where that was the dream of every working man, and every house wife.
Now, times have changed. Men can stay at home and look after the kids, while the woman of the house works. Women can join the army battlefront, instead of being kept in hospitals and working on didn't have to live up to certain expectation to be redeemed as the perfect family.
"So, we've got an hour to waist before the food is ready." Bella informs me, slowly walking towards the counter and leaning on the opposite side to which I was sitting.
"Hmm, what do you propose we do to fill that time?" I ask her, folding my elbows over each other.
She bites on her lip, looking down at the counter before flickering her innocent eyes up towards me. Her long, dark lashes fluttering against her cheeks slightly, as she draws me in with her eyes.
"What ever you want to do." She breaths, walking around the counter, her fingertips trailing over the counter top as she moves.
"Well, we have a chess board in the cupboard if you want to have a couple games, or we could play scrabble-"
I don't get to finishes as Bella lunges at me, eyes wild as she pushes my legs apart and presses her soft lips against mine. I chuckle against her lips as she tangles her hands in my hair. I place my hands on her hips, closing my eyes and letting the sensation of Bella take over my body.
I guess I'll take that as a no to the chess and scrabble idea.
A/N
I know I'm horrible, I haven't updated, I left you on a hanger I'M SORRY ;D
Maybe...