The way to her heart (is not through her stomach)
24th: What disgusts your character?
Romance. Â Scynthe had promised Vivvienne a night of romance and pampering that she would never forget. She had looked forward to this night for nearly a week, unable to take her mind off of her growing belly. Ever since Talil had left her, Vivvienne had been given very little in the way of relaxation. Sheâd taken up living with Scynthe in his cramped hut and making herself at home in the small home had sent her into nesting mode nearly a whole trimester early. She hadnât had to take care of Zephenaye in those first few weeks because Scynthe still had a baby sitter under contract. It was an odd transition to be sure, but Vivvenne had felt something in Scynthe that sheâd never felt before. He...he got her.
Good smells drifted into the air as she put her feet up on the small ottoman in front of the small couch and enjoyed the gentle tinkling of utensils against pans. Scynthe had been working hard in the kitchen all afternoon preparing and cooking a full five course meal for his lover. He was so focused on his task that her mind brimmed with possibilities. She drifted from feasts, to wonderful salads, to massages with wonderful oils and what would come much later. Oh-ho-ho, what a night they were going to have.
âDinner is ready, my moon.â Scyntheâs smooth voice drifted over the air and brought her from the delights of her daydreams. With a big smile, she placed her hand across her belly and stood up, rounding the small couch to the dinner table. She had only sat down for a short time before what was on her plate became very, very apparent.
With a smile he had presented her a plate of slightly burnt...chicken? It looked as though there was a glaze across the blackened bird that spilled over to the mushy carrots and broccoli. Thatâs what she thought they were anyways. She beamed up at him with perhaps an over eager smile as he sat down at his own plate across from her.
âThis looks very good, my love.â Vivvienne chirped as she waited for him to begin eating. He smiled up at her before he began to dig into his plate as if it were any other meal. In fact this was the most that sheâd seen him enjoy a meal to date! That must meanâŚ
She put a forkful of the chicken into her mouth and fought the revulsion that began to creep over her face. It was tough, charred and...sickly sweet. It was so sweet that the syrup dribbled down the back of her throat and made her gag on the chunk of chicken. Scynthe looked up at her expectantly, making Vivvienne quickly swallow the syrupy lump and paste a smile onto her pastey white face. She felt every bit of the overcooked food slide down her throat until she felt it hit her stomach and then another familiar feeling hit her.
A rumbling in her stomach came up faster than she was able to excuse herself, the chunk of chicken and whatever else sheâd eaten that day came up and out. Luckily she was able to turn her head to the side and send the mess to the floor and not on the table and the...lovely meal. Without any prompting Scruff the pug came tumbling over to have his own sample of the eveningâs meal.
âDearest? Is everything okay? Are you sick?â Scynthe looked over the table at her, lost at what he was supposed to do. Vivvienne held a hand up and wiped the corners of her mouth.
âIâm...Iâm sorry...I think itâs just a bit of...p-pregnancy sickness...Itâs just the baby thatâs allâŚâ
âOh. Would you like to lay down? I can put the meal away for now.â
âOh yes...yes I would like to lay down...I donât think that I can eat this eveningâŚâ
Without question, Scynthe got up and led the ill woman to their shared bedroom to rest for the evening. Vivvienne embraced her lover and felt a bit of heaviness in her heart. Sheâd lied this evening and she couldnât think of how to come clean about this or even how to bring it up! The truth was...the food was what made her throw it back up. In fact sheâd gotten over her pregnancy queasiness almost a month before! The sickly sweet, overcooked food made her sick and also made her think that if she and Scynthe were ever to stay together, he would never, ever cook again.











