“You aren’t eating.” Johnny says as you stare down at your plate.
“Not hungry.” You mutter, staring at the food in front of you.
He puts down his fork. “That’s what you said at lunch.”
“I’m not hungry.” You shrug.
“But I made your favorite spaghetti sauce. You always like that.”
“I’m just not hungry.” You sigh, picking up your fork and push around the spaghetti.
“Playing with your food isn’t going to make it go away.” He says quietly.
“And eating isn’t going to make my ugly fat go away.” You suddenly snap.
The look on his face kills you. You can see the disappointment and hurt in your eyes.
“I’m sorry.” You mumble, picking the fork back up, and stirring your pasta around again.
He gently puts his hand on yours.
“When was the last time you had a full meal?” He asks quietly.
You didn’t answer, just push your pasta around some more.
“When was the last time you had a full meal?” He repeats.
You shrug.
He sits, waiting for an answer.
“I don’t know.” You finally say.
He looks at you sadly.
You look down at your plate, embarrassed.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you look today?” He asks quietly.
You look up at him, surprised, and shake your head.
“Well, you look beautiful. And you always have. And you always will. It’s not fair for you to do this to yourself. Your depriving your beautiful body of what it needs, and it’s really sad. You shouldn’t feel insecure because you are loved. By me, by your friends, by everyone. I love you.”
“Not hungry.” You mutter, staring at the food in front of you.
He puts down his fork. “That’s what you said at lunch.”
“I’m not hungry.” You shrug.
“But I made your favorite spaghetti sauce. You always like that.”
“I’m just not hungry.” You sigh, picking up your fork and push around the spaghetti.
“Playing with your food isn’t going to make it go away.” He says quietly.
“And eating isn’t going to make my ugly fat go away.” You suddenly snap.
The look on his face kills you. You can see the disappointment and hurt in your eyes.
“I’m sorry.” You mumble, picking the fork back up, and stirring your pasta around again.
He gently puts his hand on yours.
“When was the last time you had a full meal?” He asks quietly.
You didn’t answer, just push your pasta around some more.
“When was the last time you had a full meal?” He repeats.
You shrug.
He sits, waiting for an answer.
“I don’t know.” You finally say.
He looks at you sadly.
You look down at your plate, embarrassed.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you look today?” He asks quietly.
You look up at him, surprised, and shake your head.
“Well, you look beautiful. And you always have. And you always will. It’s not fair for you to do this to yourself. Your depriving your beautiful body of what it needs, and it’s really sad. You shouldn’t feel insecure because you are loved. By me, by your friends, by everyone. I love you.”
And before you could say a word, his lips crashed into yours, tongue wanting in.
You gave in, fingers running through his hair. He pushes you up against the wall, and puts his hands up your shirt, running his hands along your body. He began to suck on your neck. You needed him bad. You reached down and undid the belt of his pants, then slipping them down with ease. He rips off your shirt and throws it across the store room. You pull off his DX shirt, as he undos the button of your jeans.
All of a sudden, your on the cold, hard floor of the storeroom, with Steve hovering over you. He runs his tongue down your stomach, until he reaches your panties.
He looks up at you and grins as he slide them off.
And lets that tongue do the work.
“Daddy is this flour or sugar!”
“Daddy these are burnt!”
Faith was in her high chair, making a giant mess with the Cheerios, Logan was just eating the waffles, and Grace was attempting to mix the waffle batter.
This was not working.
I was trying to make (Y/N) breakfast in bed for Mother’s Day with the kids, but we were failing miserably.
(Y/N) walks into the kitchen in her pajamas. As soon as she saw the mess we made, her eyes got wide.
I walk over to her. Grab her by the waist and give her a quick kiss. “Ok go put clothes on, we’re going out for breakfast.” She smiles. “Happy Mother’s Day, babe.”
You and steve have been friends since you were toddlers. You were sitting on the porch of your house and you see him approaching. You look at his stunning eyes and it's when you finally notice that you like him but not like a friend anymore, you want him to be just yours and no one elses. He comes to you and says "Hey Kayla!" "Hey Steve!" He grabs hold of your hands and pulls you closer to him. Your confused as to what he is doing but you just go with it. He looks at you and says " I love you" and kisses you on your lips for what seemed like an endless amount of time. You withdraw from his lips and look at him smiling and you say "I love you too steve" his face lights up and says "You do kayla?" "Yes steve, I always have" and he plants another kiss on your lips and hugs you ...
The end!
The end!