77. I'm Tired

I sat watching him cooking in the kitchen. A high chair in front of the minibar is a boundary between me and him. Like waiting for a chef to cook using an apron. Chef who is good-looking and is not boring.

"You like spicy, don't you?"

"Yes, I like it, just give me lots of chili powder," I said.

"But the little one can't accept spicy food yet, so I'll cancel okay—" he answered accompanied by a loud chuckle. How dare he play with me. Giving options but not saying, "Hey, you offered me, you also canceled is rude."

He turned around and brought a plate of sausages with sauce. The aroma of the food is quite delicious. He returned to take several other plates containing pieces of vegetables and fruit.

"Pregnant women have to eat lots of nutritious food. Come on, or do you want me to feed you?"

I brought my face closer and stretched my lips. What do you think he will do? For a moment he was silent and after that, he took a sausage and put it slowly into my mouth. It feels good.

Steve looks em