Still British

“What do you want to eat?” I asked, both of us going through the kitchen cupboards. “Um, Essa?” “Yes?” “How English would you rate your family, on a scale from 1, not at all, to 10, absolutely?” “Er… Maybe an 8?” “Who cooks, your mum or dad?” “I thought you knew my dad! Of course it’s my mum, my dad isn’t very good…” “Right, what would your dad make if left to cook for two weeks?” I laughed, knowing exactly what it would be. “Beans on toast. However, that’s what you’d make, too. Or have you changed?” “I haven’t changed a bit. However, that does explain the hundreds of cans of baked beans in here…” I walked over to the cupboard he was looking in, and laughed. “Yep. Hey, how do you feel about helping them get rid of some of those beans?” “I thought you’d never ask.” *** He was sitting on the counter as I rummaged around in the fridge for bread, vegetables, and maybe something I could quickly pull off for some kind of dessert. “Harry.” I said. “What?” He asked, all innocent. Yeah right. “Stop staring at my bum.” He laughed. “But it’s just so… perfect.” I looked at him incredulously over my shoulder. “No, really! It’s amazing!” He tried, and I just burst out laughing. “Essa…” Harry whined. “What, Harry?” I said, exasperated. “Stop being so perfect!” He said, winking at me. I just shook my head and went back to rummaging in the fridge. There! I can cut up the strawberries and put sugar on them! That’s a dessert! Leaving the strawberries in the fridge for now, I put the beans in the microwave and some bread in the toaster. Quickly, I pulled out some carrots, celery, bell peppers, and as a last minute impulse, grapes. They were all placed on a tray as the toast popped up, which I then arranged on two plates. The microwave beeped and I grabbed the beans out of the microwave, stuck a spoon in the bowl, and set it all down in front of Harry, who was staring at me in awe. “Only you could make that look so good.” He said. As I walked by to sit next to him, he grabbed my waist and kissed me, only for a moment, and then placed me in a chair. “Mmmm… This is really good, Essa.”

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Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it! xoxo ~Stormy