Chapter 42: Chapter 42

"Are you done chopping the onions? How 'bout the garlic and ginger?" Falcon's voice coming from the tablet resting by the kitchen counter irritates September.

He video called his butler to asked how to cook porridge. Maeve felt sore allover her body just like how he expected it to go. He planned to serve her food as she rest on the bed but he forgot one crucial thing last night.

He doesn't know how to cook.

"This is so not gonna work." Falcon sighed as his boss showed the massacred ingredients.

"Why don't you just give me the address and I'll just cook for you instead?"

September immediately shook his head. He wants his wife to eat the food he cooked. She had always been the one to cook for him. Now, he wants to return the favor as she rests on the bed.

"Why? Why won't you just say where you are?" Falcon wanted to whine as he talk with his frustrating boss.

"Just teach me will you?" Falcon sighed deeply before he finally gave up and returned to giving his boss instructions how to cook.

"No! Wait for the garlic to turn golden brown!" Falcon interjected when he was about to let the chicken cutlets join the pan party.

September frustratingly tried his best to do every Falcon's order. A little while later, he had set up the foods in a mini table and made his way inside their bedroom.

A smile automatically appeared on his face when he saw his wife all wrapped up in a thick blanket while in a fetal position.

He carefully set the tray of food before he went by the bed. His arms on immediately went to caress her face but he realized that she was sweating so bad.

Worry immediately attacked him. He just realized that she was slightly trembling.

"Hon?" He called out but Maeve only responded with a groan which only made him more worried.

"Are you alright? Should I bring you to the hospital or should I just call the doctor to come here?"

"Shut up." September's negative thoughts suddenly halted after hearing his wife's sharp tone.

A bit later she started moving into a sitting position but without taking off the blanket over her. September helped his wife find a comfortable position.

When he looked up to see her face, he found her glaring at him.

"W-what?" He asked, confused with his wife's sudden reaction.

"This is your fault! Why do you have to be... to be... Argh! Just why do you have to be big? It hurts!"

Astonishment was not enough to describe how he feels. He's being assaulted with numbers of emotions but he end up chuckling.

He was beaming as he gently caressed the top of her head like a kid. When Maeve squinted her eyes towards him, he suddenly bursted into laughter.

"I thought you said it was good last night?" He asked, making his wife more furious.

"Because it was!"

Maeve was whining like a kid who just got home to complain to his mom how much his toothache aches.

It was childish. All of her whining was. But still, he keeps on wanting to see more of it. It was such a good lazy Sunday.

"Shhh. I'm sorry,"

Maeve's whining stopped when her husband pulled her towards him to let her head rest on his shoulder while his arm were over her shoulder too.

"It hurts..." Maeve whispered while relaxing her body which is now inside September's arms.

"This is porridge?" Maeve asked as her eyes went around to the tray filled with foods which seems a bit...off.

September was staring at her expectantly so she was left with no choice but to take a spoonful of the porridge he had made.

"How was it? It's the first time I cooked!"

Maeve wanted to point out the saltiness of the food but she refused to take that smile off his face, so she keeps on eating until she finished the food her husband prepared for her.

"Are you still hurting?" He asked as they both lazily lay on the bed.

"Hmm. Just a little bit but it's starting to get better,"

"Really? That's nice to hear." Both of them remained silent after that. They were just both just enjoying the silence and comfort of being in each other's arms.

September's hand found Maeve's hand and absentmindedly played with the ring he made. He offered for them to buy new ones but she refused.

To her, there's nothing more beautiful than the ring he, himself had made.

"Hon..." September stiffened a bit after hearing her call him with the same endearment he uses for her.

"Hmm?"

"I love you," Maeve said all of the sudden, making September giddy.

"Really?"

"Yes. I love you that even though it hurts, I know I'll do it all over again with you." September chuckled as he intertwined both of their hands together.

"Honestly? You just find me delicious eh?"

"Hmm. You can say that," Maeve answered playfully.

September sighed in happiness. It still felt surreal.

"Maeve..."

"Hmm?"

"What do you think about getting married?" Maeve looked up to him with a weirded expression.

"We're already married,"

"I know. What I mean is... Like a real wedding. One with ceremonies and all," Maeve paused for a while to stare at her husband's abashed face.

"Are you proposing to me?" She asked. She wanted to chuckle in amusement when she saw how his face reddened even more.

"So you are..." She concluded without any confirmation from him.

"Do you want to? We can do it. But to me, I'm already married to you. It's just ceremony and whatnots to me. But if you want to--"

"I wanted to do it only if you want it too." He said cutting her off.

Maeve's gaze on him softened.

How can this manipulator be this sweet?

"Alright. Let's do it then," she said after a little while.

September's eyes shined after hearing her response.

"Let's prepare for a wedding," she said smiling.