Family is a sacred matter to kids, yet it is the family that breaks them and let them down.
Despite this abomination, the irony of life expects those broken angels to continue being angels and make progeny, therefore make a family at all costs.
So it doesn't matter how much unfaithfulness they have for it, and the people they will hurt throughout their way.
Or the ones who will wrong the people they love to have the family they have lost.
In all cases, the broken angels become the devils.
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I'm not sure if that was a question or a statement, whatever it is, I wasn't expecting him to say it.
"That's not what I meant" I say, avoiding looking in his eyes.
"Stop me if I'm wrong, but you said one person can't cook for himself, because he needs a family. So if two people are cooking to eat together in the same table, they are a family. Correct?" Andrew asks, he just finishes what he was doing and faces me with his hands crossed.
"Yeah. This is what I said, but I didn't mean we're a family" I say, feeling stressed and awkward. I am a bit afraid of where this conversation can lead us.
"Why not?" He asks, with a low voice, almost hurt.
"You are not being serious right now, right?" I say, my voice comes out harsh.
I don't know how people can talk about this so casually, like it is a very simple thing, we can have it just with saying two words.
I am feeling defensive right now, this subject is no joke to me. However, I don't like to talk about it with anyone.
And here he is discussing it with me. While he is relaxed, not knowing how sensitive is the matter to me.
"Look Jess, I don't know about you. But I haven't had a family for like years" Andrew says. Looking anywhere but not my eyes. "And I haven't felt like this for forever. Like I do have a family, so forgive my feelings if they are bothering you" he continues, still not meeting my eyes.
I truly didn't know he doesn't have a family, looks like we have common things more than I thought after all.
I want to console him, but I literally suck at this, I want to tell him that we're in this together and we could be family just like he craves and that we will be good at it, not like the ones we grew up with.
But instead, I just stand there looking at the floor and wait for this uncomfortable silence to end.
"Anyway" Andrew says, with a long sigh.
"Help me set the table. I bet you're as hungry as I am" he adds. Handing me two plates to put on the table.
"This food looks and smells amazing" I say, trying to put on a smile. I guess I failed.
"I hope you like it" he says, smiling at me as we finish setting the table.
We sit next to each other. I am about to eat my first bite when I feel he's watching me.
"Stop watching me!" I tell him. While putting down my fork.
I can't eat while someone's looking at me. I really can't.
"What?" Andrew asks, he looks confused.
"I can't eat while you're staring at me" I explain. Feeling all the blood in my body rushes up to my face.
"Why? I just want to see you reaction on the food" he says. Now he's laughing at me.
"I just feel uncomfortable. Besides I will tell you, don't worry" I assure him.
"Okay, as you want" he says, as he starts eating. He's not looking at me anymore but he's still laughing.
The Mac N Cheese is really delicious, not like the ones I order. This one is perfect.
"The macaroni is wonderful" I say, as I take another mouthful of it. "Are you sure you're not a cook?" I ask him.
"It's okay; you don't have to beg me. I accept to marry you and cook for you every day" he says, with a serious tone.
I nearly choke on my food, I know he's kidding me. But still, I get nervous when he says that. I try my best to stay cool, but I'm sure he notices my nervousness anyway.
"Yes, I only want to marry you because of the food" I say. I choose to answer him with another joke.
"Oh God! I knew it" he says, dramatically and we both laugh.
We finished our dinner which was actually the best dinner I've ever had. I never enjoyed eating this much. The food was great and we laughed at our own jokes.
Now I am doing the dishes, Andrew refused to let me wash them but I insisted.
I am lost in my thoughts, when I feel a hand grabs my ass, it feels so good that I stop what I am doing.
"What are you doing?" I ask him, almost moaning.
Andrew sticks his body on mine, burying his face in my neck and kisses it with a very delicate way. Each kiss sends fireworks through my whole body and I close my eyes as the desire fills me.
"I'm helping you, don't you see?" He tells me, with a very low voice in my ears. As he grabs my boobs with both his hands.
He keeps massaging my breast and I feel him hard against my ass, our bodies dancing on the rhythm of the sensations.
"This feels so good" I manage to say, moaning with pleasure as I grab on the sink. I hold it as hard as I can.
Andrew begins to rub his boner against my ass, as I feel myself losing control of my body and I put my hands on his.
"Tell me how good this feels, my love" he demands, still doing his agonizing yet amazing moves.
"It feels so good" I tell him, with a moan at the end.
"Enough with torturing me, I want you inside of me" I continue as I feel completely lost in his arms.
He pushes the panties aside and grabs me by the waist a bit violently and I fix my hands on the sides of the counter. Andrew enters his cock inside of me and I think I scream when he does.
He moves slowly like he wants it to last forever.
"Oh! Andrew...Don't stop" I say his name on purpose, as atonement for last time.
Just when I say his name, he starts moving so fast and with violence.
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