(A/N: Hey… *yawn* how you doin'?)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own HoA

Patricia's POV, 4 months later

I woke up and as if on cue, I heard the microwave's familiar 'ding'. I walked over to the kitchen.

"Ew, gross, Eddie. That thing smells horrible… what is it?" I groaned.

"Um… It's Mac and Cheese… It's your favourite meal, Patricia."

"Not in that state it isn't," I shot back, running into the living room. "Eddie! MAKE TOAST FOR ME, PLEASE!" I could feel myself getting lazier by the minute and because I didn't move, I was getting fat overnight. Eugh, what a shame…

"Wow, Yacker. You said 'please'… what a miracle…" he muttered before walking into the kitchen.

Eddie's POV

"How many?" I asked, putting the first two into the machine.

"6!" comes the reply.

"Pa-… nevermind… who's she kidding…" I mumble and make 6 anyways.

"Come eat!" I said after a few minutes.

"Bring it here!" she says. I sighed and took it to her.

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"Done," she said, putting her plate in the sink after 5 minutes.

"What?" I questioned, confused and amused. "Did you throw some away or something?"

"Um… no… why would I throw food away?" she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Okay…"

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30 minutes later, we were on our way to meet Emma and Jake. When we rang their doorbell, an Emma in her pj's greeted us.

"Hey guys! Come in," she said, stepping aside for us to come through.

"Ooh… do I smell bacon?" Patricia asked hungrily.

"Um… Yacker? You don't eat bacon because you said it was too oily…" I said, confused.

"Well I'm hungry, so I'm gonna eat it."

I looked at Emma and she just shrugged.

Something wasn't right…

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Patricia's POV, at the dinner table (them 2)

"Please pass me the chicken," I asked Eddie.

"There are NONE left, because you finished all 6 pieces," he answered, irritated.

"Oh… oh well… Please dish me up more mash," I said hungrily.

"Okay, that's enough, Yacker. What's into you?" Eddie demanded. Suddenly, my temper rose.

"I don't know what the fuc* you're talking about, Miller, but it better be good!" I said, shoving a spoon of peas into my mouth as I finished the last word.

"Patricia… you've been eating like a pig all day!" he said. "Oops… wrong thing to say…" he added.

"You're being a jerk now, telling your wife she's a pig!" I screamed back and went to the phone. I dialled the pizza place.

"Cheesy Pizza, how may I be able of assistance?" a girl answered.

"One large BBQ pizza please. And NO mushrooms. No mushrooms."

"Yes Ma'am. Anything else?"

"Nope. Delivery to Pamo street, house number 10."

"You're pizza will be there in 10 minutes, Ma'am." The line went dead. I went back into the kitchen and grabbed myself a plate, stuck my tongue out at Eddie and went back into the living room to wait.

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The next morning

"AHHHHH!" I screamed and woke up.

"What, the food monster coming to get you to tell you to stop eating all your husband's food?" Eddie chuckled at his own pathetic joke, still half asleep.

"No, Eddie! Something's moving in me! It's hurting me!" I screamed in agony.

"Hahaha, maybe all the food you ate yesterday has become one giant worm and is eating away your insides…" he chucked again, putting his arm round me.

"Eddie, I'm serious," I said in a quite tone, face scrunched up in pain. He finally registers that this isn't a joke and his eyes fluster open.

"Oh My Gosh, Patricia, I'm so sorry!"

"Idiot, don't be sorry, take me to an effing doct- AHHHHH!" I didn't finish my last word…

"I need to carry you!" was the last thing I heard before I blacked out.

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