The Story of Us

Chap. 16

"No!" Rylee screamed as we once again argued over what to have for dinner.

"IF YOU LOVE ME YOU WILL LET ME MAKE ENCHILADAS!" I said walking over to the white plush couch and plopping down on it.

"BREAK THE COUCH WHY DON'T YOU!?"

"If you don't let me make what I want for dinner I will."

"WITH CHEESE FRIES!?" He spoke pressing a button on his chair and rolling over to so he was sitting in front of me.

"It's good!!!"

"It sounds like the most nasty thing I've ever heard of."

"THEN WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" I sat criss cross throwing my hands in the air.

"Indian food?"

"Eh."

"I will order Indian food and you can make your enchiladas and cheese fries."

"Fine."

"Fine. Now do I get a kiss for resolving our dinner problem?"

I stood up and acted like I was about to walk away but then ran back to him and sat in his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Yes." I spoke giving him a sweet meaningful kiss.

He has gotten better a bit. He isn't as sad all the time and actually wants to interact and do things. Not out in public quite yet but we will get there.

Baby steps.

I pulled away and stood up. "I'm going to start my food. Do you want to call your food in or do you want me to?"

"I'm am a grown man. I can do it myself."

"Dannggg. Okay then." I turned around throwing my hands up in a defensive motion. I smiled at his words. Just a matter of time before all is the same again... or close to.

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"I want a bite!" I whined as me and Rylee sat and ate our dinner with the TV going in the backround. It was playing that show where the brothers hunt paranormal things and all. Rylee loves the show. I'm pretty sure it's called Supernatural or something like that. Pretty ironic name.

"NO! I TRIED TO GET YOU TO ORDER INDIAN FOOD AS WELL BUT YOU DIDN'T! THAT IS NOT MY FAULT YOU DON'T LISTEN TO ME!"

"Sharing is caring Rylee." I pouted.

He looked at me, rolled his eyes, and looked back up to the TV continuing to watch Supernatural. "Then I guess I don't care."

"Fine! You can't have any of my fries or enchilades."

"Good. I didn't want any in the first place."

"Then you have to eat some of them." I changed my words thinking he couldn't find an argument against that.

"You can't force me to eat something I don't want. My legs are the things that don't work babe. I'm still good everywhere else."

"I JUST WANT ONE BITE OF YOUR FOOD! IS THAT TO HARD TO ASK FOR!?"

"Yes. Should have listened to me earlier when I said your going to want some."

"Uuuggggghhhhhhhhh!!!" I yelled throwing myself on the ground.

"Your something else Isadorra."

"I know. I know. I'm a special peanut."

"What is the matter with you?"

"I want peanuts. Do you want to go with me to buy some?"

"You have the cravings of a pregnant women."

"We can't... Can we?"

"I mean... The other night... But... Would that work?"

"Your legs."

"They said below the waist."

"Rylee..."

"Yes?

"What if i'm pregnant?"