The night grew young as the two young couple sat side-by-side on the bed. The silence among them was comfortable and peaceful .
It has been a week since Leo had opened up about his past relationships. Since then it has kind of been a silent agreement among them that they would watch a movie or at least some drama or something. They are not necessarily talking but as said, it's not uncomfortable.
They sat on the sofa with a bowl of salted popcorn resting between them. They are both sharing the same bowl and every time their fingers brush against eachother, Isla finds her heart beat increasing tremendously.
They are still acting as a complete stranger when they are at office like they have always done. Work has been hard for both of them. Leo is a shitty boss who tends to give more work load than one can bear but Isla is a hard shell to crack and it seems like Leo constantly tries to push Isla upto her limit.
They are silent but the silence seems to much now. Leo turn his head to look at his wife only to then notice that the said girl has already fallen asleep.
Her cheeks are squished on her knees as she hug them for her dear Life. The pajama suit seems to be too large for her tiny frame . Overall she looks cute. Leo finds himself smiling at her before he can realise. He fastly shake the smile off his face and groan instead to mask his slip.
He stood from his place and walked towards Isla. He scooped her in his arms and frowned to himself at how light she is.
He walked towards her room and somehow pushed the door open. He then placed the said girl on the bed as gently as he could . A damn smile crawled on his lips again when Isla instantly snuggled in a ball as she remained asleep on the bed.
When she woke up, it was already morning. Sun was shining brightly and Isla groaned. It was weekend. She wasn't suppose to wake up this early.
She once again tried to go into dreamland but it seems like the sleep had already bid it's goodbye.
She groaned again as she step down the bed. She went towards the bathroom and gingerly brushed her teeth .
It was then that she noticed that she woke up in the bed. She furrowed her brows. She clearly remembers that she was sitting on the sofa with Leo. Then how the hell she managed to get in bed? Has she done sleep walking? But she has never done that.
It topic was too hard to think especially in early morning.
With a shrug, she went down towards the kitchen. Her stomach was already protesting a lot, it was demanding to be filled. She rubbed her flat belly as she walk down the stairs.
Her nostrils flared as she smelled some really nasty smell . Burnt smell .
Panic in her system, she almost ran her way down. And she was met with the sight that she had never fantasize.
Leo in a white apron, was cooking something that was now all black on the frying pan, sticky , gooey mess. There was several piles of utensils in the sink and Isla don't even wanna know about how the hell are they going to clean those nasty things.
" What the hell is this?" She asked as Leo threw the frying Pan in the sink with a groan as he wiped the sweat of his forehead.
" Good morning to you too. I wa fine and I am really fine now knowing that innocent Isla can curse too. " He said sarcastically and Isla gave him a look.
" Do you have a personality disorder?" She asked while making a face. " What have you done?" She exclaimed as she walked a little closer to the counter only to see one egg broken, two bowls broken on the floor and a jar of salt fallen on the floor, salt spilling everywhere.
" I was making an omlet." He said with a matter-of-fact kinda looks as if it's obvious.
" And where is the omlet?"
" In the sink or in the trash." He answered as he removed the apron off his body . He was wearing black sweatpants and black t-shirt. His hair were slightly damp, showing that he has already taken a shower.
" You made all this mess for an omlet which you never made?" Leo nodded. " How are we going to clean this mess?"
" YOU are going to clean this mess, not me." Leo said as he walked further away.
" No. YOU made this mess and so you should be the one to clean it too." Isla reasoned as she grabbed the apron that was previously discarded by Leo and walked towards Leo and by taking his hand she placed the apron in his hands .
" I have never done cleaning." This time lep reason.
" Well we learn something new each day, don't we?" Isla answered sarcastically as she walked back towards the counter and turned to give Leo a pointed look.
Leo sighed and wore the apron again. He walked towards Isla who was still eyeing him. She handed him a cloth and urge him to clean the broken egg on the counter.
Surprisingly, Leo did as he was told and complied everything with a disgusted look on his face. Whereas, Isla was now cleaning the floor.
" This was not how I wanted to start my weekend." Leo grunted as the rotten smell of egg made its way to him. Isla rolled her eyes. She has been doing this far often now a days all thanks to Leo.
" You shouldn't have tried to make breakfast." Isla deadpanned and Leo nodded. He regrets ever thinking that he could make a breakfast. " What made you decide to make a breakfast? You can always order food after all you are a billionaire." She teased.
" I am good at everything." Leo started and once again Isla rolled her eyes. " I thought that I could be naturally talented with cooking too."
" No one can be naturally excellent at cooking. It requires practice." She informed as she managed to clean the entire floor free from salt. Leo was still struggling with egg.
" So you practice cooking?"
" Yeah. Me and my mom used to cook together. I still just copy her recipes." She answered as she began to pick up the broken pieces of the bowls.
After somewhat one hour ,the kitchen was clean and both of them were tired. Leo opened the fridge and threw a bottle of cool water at Isla who caught it and Chuck down half water of the bottle down.
" Now you sit and I will cook the breakfast." Isla said as she walked towards the fridge , shooed Leo away and grabbed two eggs. She walked back towards the kitchen counter as she placed the pan on the stove and crack open the egg in it and Leo can only stare at her in awe.
She was almost like a professional omlet maker for him. He snorted at his own thought.
She placed the brown bread in the toast maker and tossed the omlet on the plate and cracked another egg into the pan .
Leo was now seated on the kitchen counter with dejected look on his face. He was good at everything but maybe cooking isn't his cup of tea.