As Honey walked into the cozy foyer, the smell of sugar and chocolate wafted through the air, and the sound of sizzling vegetables bounced off the walls. Dinner and dessert just another of the life he’s chosen with Alexis.
He removes his boots at the door, remembering his promise not to track mud in the house anymore. He hangs his jacket up on the rack. He passes down the hall, and looks into the dining room. Place settings for two have already been laid out, with his at the head of the table.
"Hello, dear,” she calls from the kitchen, I'm so glad you're home. Dinner is almost ready, and I’m making cookies for dessert.
He smiles, and makes his way to the kitchen. That’s when he catches her tasting the cookie dough straight from the whisk. He swallows hard at the sight of her, sitting in the stool in her powder blue polo and pants stretched to their absolute limit around her ever-growing curves. He swallows hard.
Seeing her like this causes his heart to swell. It warms his heart knowing he could provide this idyllic, traditional life for her, even in spite of the hard work, struggle, and time apart from Alexis that it took to get to this level of comfort.
But at the same time his thoughts linger to his secret. His love for her growing body, and how it would shatter their perfect image for the real truth to come out.
He peaks into the kitchen through the doorframe, pinching himself out of sight just to make sure he won’t wake up to find it was all a dream.
