Marital Duties [Xavier]
Content: Fluff, Suggestive Themes, Friends to Lovers, Fast Burn, POV Second Person
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You liked cooking. You wouldn’t say your food was anything to write home about, but it was good, and that’s all that mattered. It was also nice to see the smiles on your friends faces when they ate your food. It feels good to feed others.
There was a certain friend of yours that was beginning to over stay his welcome.
“Next time, I think we should try this new recipe—” You placed your hands firmly on his shoulders as you pushed him toward the door.
“Yes, yes. We can talk more about it later.” You said quickly as you shoved him out into the empty hallway.
“Oh, yeah, sure.” He stumbled out the door from your harsh push, but he was quick to spin on his heel, “Oh, and—”
“I’ll see you at headquarters, Xavier.” You told him with a smile as you slammed the door in his face.
You quickly locked the door, waiting for the sound of retreating footsteps to finally becoming silent. You retreated to your bedroom, pointedly ignoring the mess in the kitchen (that was a problem for the you of tomorrow to deal with). You plopped down on your bed, the exhaustion of the day’s excitement finally catching up with you.
Or rather, the week’s excitement.
Ever since you helped him make those egg tarts, Xavier has been visiting just about every day for a meal or two or three, not that it bothers you that much anymore. In the beginning it took quite the toll on your wallet, but after a conversation with him, Xavier made sure the two of you made a trip to the grocery store every week with him footing the bill. But that man could eat. You could most likely make him a seven-course meal, and he’d ask for more.
You adore cooking for your friends, but this was beginning to become something more than cooking for a friend.
So the next day, when Xavier came over, you decided to make your problem known.
You shoved your left hand into his face. “Look at my hand. Tell me what’s wrong with it.”
He looked at it, turned it over and over. He even looked under your fingernails, but pouted when he found nothing. “…I don’t see anything.”
You pulled your hand back, tapping the finger by your pinky. “There’s no ring, Xavier.”
He tilted his head. “So?”
“So, because there’s no ring on my finger, I won’t keep cooking for you.” You crossed your arms with a huff. “You’re getting marital benefits, for friend prices.”
“I…” He paused, grabbing your hand and looking over it again. “Okay.”
You weren’t expecting that. “Huh?”
He just nodded, “Mmh. Come on, I’m starving.”
All you could do is follow him, as it seemed you were always doing. “…you’re always starving.”
It had been a few weeks since the ring situation, and it seemed like things had calmed down a bit.
Sitting in between the two of you, on the dining room table, was a white velvet box.
And within that box, was a ring.
He had taken you seriously.
You plucked the ring out of the box,
and slipped it on your finger.
Xavier was staring intently at his empty plate. “Hmmm…”
You tilted your head, “What’s up? Was the food not good?”
“No, of course not. Your food is always delicious. It’s just…” You wanted for him to continue, “…I feel like I’m not doing much as your husband.”
You chuckled. “We’re not actually married—” The look on his face, a firm pout, made you pause. “…yet.”
The pout was replaced with a small smile. “Yes, I know, but I don’t think it matters too much that if we call each other that.”
“Okay, so what’s the problem then?”
He sighed, looking off to the side. “I just feel like I’m not doing enough.”
You furrowed your brows. Xavier was doing more than enough. Yes, the two of you did skip right from friendship to marriage, but Xavier wasn’t doing anything. He continued buying your groceries, but he also put extra little treats in the cart for the two of you to share. You went on dates when you both shared a day off. You picked up little knick-knacks that reminded you of the other, leaving a bit of yourself in the other’s apartment. You didn’t know where this was coming from.
You reached across the table, placing your hand over his. “Xavier, you’ve given me everything.”
His cheeks flushed red. “…not everything…”
You bit your lip, as you felt yourself flush at the implication. “Um, well, I—”
Finally, he looked at you.
And you really wished he hadn’t.
“I think I should change that…tonight.”
Your eyes widen. “T-tonight!?”
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