Cooking together

"L-I-S-A?" he whined and looked after her as if she was harmed but Lisa didn't drop in her suffering and falsified the reality.

"Are you alright?" he entreated while checking up on her, taking her hands behind she told an untruth.

"I'm okay!" but was in pain, it was a tough time for her to hide the blood and cry out in pain secretly.

Sure?"

"Hmmm," she whispered in a painful voice and her voice didn't bother him to pay any kind of attention towards her.

"Louis, apologise to him right now," his mother showed anger in her words as the blood rushed into her veins.

"I don't care but I would never apologise to him!" letting out those harsh words, he held the hand of Lisa, and tried to move further.

But Lisa shrieked in grief as he lay beside the wound, "L-O-U-IS?"

"What happened?" he expressed concern in his tone and noticed that there was blood over her palm, and a thread of guilt hit his heart.

"Oh my God! Why didn't you tell me that you are hurt? I AM SO SORRY!" he whimpered and a tear escaped from his eyes.

"It's not that big deal, leave it. I will dress the wound once we reach our apartment," she let out in an irritated tone and moved away from him, in the direction of the car.

"I'm sorry," he moaned but he hurt her, and that was the first time in ages.

"You didn't even realise that you have hurt your wife, your anger is really bad, control it," his mother suggested.

Not being able to match up with her eyes, he also rushed towards the exit without much caring about his father.

"L-I-S-A?" he yelled and ran in the same way.

Finally, he found her sitting inside the car and it looked like she paused for him to get out of there.

Without any further utterance, he drove away in their way. Not whispering any words, they both stayed hush during the whole drive.

Harshly, shutting the door, she moved towards their apartment, while Louis was on the edge of crying, watching her like that. With remorse over his face, he parked the car and got inside the shared apartment.

Seeking for her in the living room, he headed to the room and watched her, making an effort to heal her wound by applying some ointment on the wound and crying out of pain.

"Let me do it," he whimpered and snatched the cotton ball from her hand.

Grabbing that cotton wall, he tried to heal that cut while glaring at her wound, he came to be to make little outcries.

Lisa peeped at him, in that state and held his chin to look into her eyes.

"Why are you crying?"

"I'm so sorry, Lisa. I didn't mean to undermine you. I don't know what got inside me at that time and for the first time, I abused you. I'm sorry," he whined and avoid eye contact, and began again to apply the ointment.

"Ahhh!" she whimpered in pain.

"I'm so sorry," he apologised furthermore and turned on to blow her wound lovingly.

"Are you crying over this?" she pleaded with him.

Moving his neck as a yes, he glimpsed at her.

"Oh my Louis, I'm not angry over this but I felt bad when you pushed your voice at your parents. You shouldn't do that even if he was wrong," she uttered and held him in her arms.

"I'm sorry but I was hurt seeing him again, he left when I needed to hold his finger and walk. I didn't get the love of my dad. And when I saw him I lost my patience and let anger took over the best of me." he sobbed and hide his face in her neck.

"I know you were hurt but I know how it feels. So, even if you don't accept him but you still have to respect your mother,"

"I don't know anything now but at this moment I only care about you, I have hurt you, I am so sorry,"

"Oh, shut your mouth and don't be sorry again, okay. I understand you," she exclaimed and a small smile crept on his face.

Pecking his forehead, she tried to keep the first aid box in its place.

"Stop, don't. I will do every work. You just sit and tell me if you need anything," he warned and took the box and followed it keep it.

"I can do, Louis!"

"No, I am already sad and seeing you working will make me even more," he whined and stood in front of her.

"Aww, so sweet of my husband,"

"Tell me what you need, I will bring it up to you," he asked.

"You!" she spoke and patted her lap.

In excitement, he jumped over to bed but not realising that he hurt her wound.

"S-H-I-T," she whined in the pain.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry Lisa," he said and cried in disappointment, his cries were audible enough to withdraw her attention towards her husband, who cried as if a baby lost his favourite thing.

"Oh my Goodness, what is wrong with him," she whispered and asked him to come close to her.

"I'm sorry, please," he uttered and didn't move a bit from his position, standing on his knees.

"Come here,"

"I'm sorry!"

"COME HERE," that time she yelled at him.

With head lowering, he crawled near to her but didn't dare to face her.

"Why you are crying like that?" she raised her voice at him like a mother raising her mouthpiece at her youngster, disobeying her rules.

"I'm sorry," again and then Lisa was done with him.

"I warned you not to be sorry but you didn't listen to me, see it's not that big wound but I felt hurt by the immediate weight of your hand," she explained and hovered over him.

"But then-" before convincing himself, she pecked his lips.

"Lisa-" he tried to speak and again she pecked his lips.

"Don't speak so much," she said and that time she kissed him passionately. But not reacting to her kiss, he stayed in the same mood.

Glancing at Louis, she held his chin up and kissed his lips again to noticed his efforts. But still the same, no response.

"I will be upset if you didn't kiss me back, Louis," she whispered in his ear.

"-But I am afraid to hurt you again." he sounded.

"Okay, so let me make dinner," she spoke and got off from the bed.

"No, I will make," he said and immediately got up.

"Then, be sorry and kiss me," she stood and crossed her hands.

Putting up with small steps, he cupped her face carefully and pecked her lips multiple times.

"Satisfied?"

"Hmm! Let's go and make dinner for me,"

"Yeah but I don't know cooking!"

"No issue, I will guide you," she said and both of them got in the way to the kitchen.

"What you want to have in dinner?" he asked.

"Spaghetti and chicken soup maybe," she whispered and sat on the counter.

"What do I have to do?"

Taking out her phone, she looked for the online video of cooking and looking for some minutes, she found.

"Go according to this," she whispered and handed him the phone.

"Okay,"

Keeping the phone on a counter slab, he began with the process of making spaghetti and chicken soup.

Placing the cutting board on the counter, he took some carrots and green vegetables, his hands were shaking at first, but looking at her giggling, he gathered courage and successfully cut the carrots and greens into small pieces.

"Boiling the water," he mumbled under his breath, as told in the video. Searching for the jar of spaghetti tomato sauce, he failed. And paused the video.

"Where is it? Lisa?"

"Turn around and see at the counter!" she whispered and continued to see him cooking.

"Ah, shit!"

Turning off the stove and played the video once again to see what she was doing further and continued to follow her instructions.

"Don't it slowly, Louis we have the whole night!" she said, as he was nervous for the first time.

"It's hard, Lisa?" he muttered in defeat but didn't give up.

"Don't worry," she assured him.

After some time, he was done with spaghetti and then he was ready to make chicken soup.

Looking up a chicken soup recipe on phone, he carefully watched her and did the same as her. Cutting the vegetables into tiny pieces while watching that girl in the video, he accidentally cut his thumb, hissed and back off from there.

"Baby?" she spoke and held his thumb, and washed away the blood from his hand.

"It is hurting?" she asked and made him stand aside.

"Sit and let me make the soup,"

"No, I can do,"

"I can, it's not hard to and you just sit there and watch me," she said to him.

"But do it carefully," he sounded and instead of sitting there, he held her by the waist, kinda back hug.

"I love you," he confessed and kissed her.

"Love you, and now watch me, I want you to learn cooking," she explained.

"Alright,"

And after finishing with cooking, they both enjoyed dinner together.