I loved that response! Now I'm imagining the window being left open for the smell of barbeque from the cookout to waft through the living room. I clutch my bare belly before removing my hand and letting you rub it. My tummy growls loudly well into the evening. At night, it's hollow. You spend an hour stroking and teasing my roaring belly. I gasp as you kiss it, my stomach rumbling ferociously against your lips.
Finally, when you fall asleep and I find my eyes drooping, I know my starving tummy will be even hungrier in the morning...
Jolted awake by a crash in the kitchen. Before you're able to conjure the will to investigate, I call out,
"I'm alright! Everything is FINE."
Just as you start getting nestled into your cocoon of warm bedding, you smell burning.
"Honey, are you sure?"
"YeEE-EEssss!" Still making a racket.
In the midst of the audible chaos, a coffee is brought to you. Though, it's in a small mug. You tilt you head to the side when I look at you. Answering the unspoken question,
"I've burnt the first batch of toast... But! Do not worry!" Scurrying away before you can inquire any further. You decipher this ruckus is me creating wonderful plates of breakfast for the two of us. Maybe some [turkey] sausage or bacon. Some non-burnt toast with avocado slices. The aroma of the brew and the daydream reinvigorate an appetite you've had for hours. You feebly fill the ravenous void with coffee, though the caffeine does wake your mind.
With an empty cup and gut, you go to the kitchen. To your dismay, I've started to devour what seems to be a breakfast for one.
With the most adorably sad look, you plea.
"But... but I thought you said I'd get to eat today..."
"I did... but I didn't say when... did I?" I say, making a chunk of pineapple disappear behind my lips.
By this point, there's a small cup of cottage cheese left. You walk up beside me rubbing your tummy, whose deafening howls cause me to freeze with the spoon in my mouth.
"Please, one bite.." you say, swaying, expertly timed with your growly tummy.
"You make it SO hard to say no."
I turn so you can't see the bowl. After a tedious moment, I get one single curd on the spoon and offer it to you.
"Here, for such a good tummy."
Hesitant, you wonder if I'm joking. Surely you deserve more than one damn curd.
Scooping a little more on, I take the bite for myself.
"Oh well. I thought you wanted some."
Some...? How could he say some?
You dare ask, "Co-Could I have a second cup?"
"Hmmm." I take another bite, leaving one decent sized one left. "Orrr.. You can have the rest of this."
Presented with a daunting question, you pause to ponder, while I start to gather the cheesy remainder. The motion causes you to cry out,
"I want that!"
A subtle desperation in your voice sends shivers down my spine. With the spoon full and transferred over, you take the first and only bite in over a day.
"I hope you are satisfied, because our friends will he here soon."
It had slipped your mind. We were to have company over at noon.
"It's after eleeveeen."
As you rush away, I yell out, "you better be showing some tummy!"
I prepare more fruit for the smoothies we are to have with our friends while you get ready. I've gotten all but one strawberry in its container when you long-step up beside me.
"Whatcha dooooin'?" Asking as you peer around me.
"Cuttin" up lunch!" Topping the berries.
"I see you left one... is for me?" Putting two fingers together then twisting.
"Nope!" Swiftly eating and struggling to swallow.
"YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE STRAWBS!!" Moving back a step.
"Wellll..." I move behind you and place both hands on your middle. "You didn't ask nicely."
As a soft kiss lands on your neck, the doorbell rings.
"I'll get that, if you put the fruit away." Turning you around so you see my finger pointed at you, "You better be good and not even lick a single seed off a strawb!" I run to the door, that's now been rung twice.
Do you obey? In this moment I'd have no way of knowing if you ate any fruit. How are we to entertain our guests? Some type of [board] game? Mario Party? Charades?
