Unexpected

I could not stop the smile from appearing as I brought the glass to my lips. It was warm and calmed the storm in me instantly. I was glad that he did not give me a glass of coffee instead. He might have noticed that these few days, I only drank milk and nothing else in the mornings. 

'He's also considerate too… And he could cook, how unexpected.'

I watched him as he worked, specifically studying his whole physic. I committed all of it to memory, etching it to my mind. 

'This is not good… My heart is wavering… I noticed that these days...'

Tracing the rim of the mug with my bare fingers, I gazed at him again.

'If this goes on…'

He then turned back around when he finished what he was doing and offered a platter of chicken risotto. It looked absolutely ravishing, I could even feel my stomach rumbling.

'Oh you like it too, baby? Your father made this for us.'

"Eat up," he says and stares at me.