Oxygen

Hinata's POV

I was eating my breakfast in silence when I heard hurried footsteps descending the stairs. I didn't bother to check because I knew it was probably Zeke, rushing towards work. I just shrugged. That had been his routine since we arrived from the hospital for three days now. He should still be in his recovery period, but since he's determined to work no matter what I say, I just let him. 

"Where is my breakfast?"

I looked up when I heard that familiar voice. He was leaning casually in the doorframe of the kitchen door with his arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt and sweatpants. I arched my eyebrows. 

"You might have amnesia because, as far as I remember, you don't usually eat breakfast."

I quickly returned my gaze to the food and continued eating it. There's no point in having a long conversation with him because it would be a waste of time. I didn't know what he was up to, behaving this way since this was the first time he stayed in the house longer than before. 

"Well, I want to eat breakfast now," he countered. 

"Then prepare your food. I am not your slave," I answered blandly. 

"Hinata," he called out. 

I could hear the warning in his tone, but I just ignored him. I was still not in the mood to play nice to him. I was mad because after our conversation in the hospital, we went home like nothing had happened. He ripped the annulment document when he found it inside my room. He then arranged for someone to get my belongings to my parents' house since I had Kuya Clyde drop them off after the accident. I didn't know how he did it, though. Or how he managed to convince my parents to surrender my things. I have been giving him the cold shoulder since then. 

I knew that I could still make my plan possible since I have the connection myself. However, I could not leave Zeke for the moment because he had not yet fully recovered. I internally sighed. I wish I could punch myself right now for being this weakling. After everything, I still cared for him. 

"Tsk."

That's all he said after he did not hear any response from me. I thought he would go, but I was shocked when he busied himself in the kitchen. He was making breakfast for himself. I was confused. Curious, even. This was not the Zeke I knew. This was all new to me, and I was dying to know where he kept that version of himself hidden. But I sealed my lips to keep quiet. 

A few minutes later, he served the food in front of me. It was a sunny-side-up egg with two tomatoes on the side. He then sat on the chair facing me while holding a glass of water. 

"What are you doing?" I asked when I could no longer stand it. 

"Eating breakfast," he replied with a shrug. 

"Exactly! What are you doing, eating breakfast here? Are you out of your mind?"

"Why? Am I not allowed to eat inside our kitchen?"

I squinted my eyes at him, trying to understand the person in front of me. His use of the words "our kitchen" didn't go unnoticed. In fact, they had gotten my attention more than the question itself. This man was driving me crazy. One moment, he was cold, then acting like this the next. 

"Zeke, don't play with me right now. Don't start this shit of yours when you can't even sustain it in the long run. It's fine if you'll ignore me for the rest of your life 'cause that's what you've been doing since I don't know when."

Stop giving me false hope...

I wanted to add, but I stopped myself. The last thing I wanted to do was look stupid in his eyes. I already had enough since this marriage started. He set the utensils aside and leaned towards me. 

"Are you afraid of that, my precious Yna?"

My heart was a traitor when I felt a sudden jolt in my chest. The way he called my name melted my anger and transformed it into warmth. It warmed me from head to toes. Geezzz! I am such a jelly. I cleared my throat. 

"Why would I be afraid? And hold on! Why are you even talking to me like we're close? You couldn't even look me straight in the eye before, and now you're suddenly joining me for breakfast like it's nothing. Don't you have anything better to do with your life?"

"Hmmmmm. Well. Today is Friday and I decided to give myself a break. Besides, I want to spend this day with my wife."

"Am I the wife you're referring to? 'Cause last time I checked, you told me to know my place. I just want to be sure HA-HA-HA," I sarcastically uttered. 

"Yes, baby. Let's go out today."

My heart might have dropped to the floor when he said that because I could no longer feel it inside my chest. What's wrong with me? Why was the kitchen so hot that I could not breathe? And why... Why did I feel excited about it? Oh-oh! This was getting bad. I need some oxygen.