It was almost five in the afternoon and Luca had been asleep for longer than I could ever imagine.
Since I had stuff to do, I decided to carry him while doing everything.
I made sure the kitchen was touched up, fixed the drapes, cleaned the living and dining room.
After that I got to making his dinner, pulling out a pan and placing some sizzling bacon onto it.
Luca's head had been on my shoulder the entire time, and I held him with one arm as I did all my daily chores.
Using my only hand, I flipped the pan and the bacon in it, hearing it's satisfying sizzle when they landed back into the oil.
Afterward, I made my way over to the fridge and opened it, catching a bottle of my favorite juice and taking it out.
Juice... yes. That's what I called my meals.
It was actually blood.
After popping off the cap, I dumped the contents into my mouth, swallowing needily as Luca still remained asleep.
Afterward, I sighed and tossed the bottle into the recycle, kicking the fridge door closed when I stepped back over to the pan and started cooking again.
Luca shifted a little, making me glance down at him.
He just snuggled his face more into my shoulder and relaxed again.
I smiled, continuing to cook.
Too tired to realize I had been carrying him for the last four hours.
Poor thing. So exhausted.
I also almost pitied his defensiveness. How would he explain letting me do this?
After hearing the satisfying sizzle of the pan, and the smoky scent of the bacon entered my senses.
I just flipped the pan up and instantly picked up a plate from beside me.
The bacon flew from the oil, twirling in the air when the pan clattered back onto the stove...
Until the bacon landed straight onto the plate.
I smiled in satisfaction, carrying Luca over to the couch while my other hand held the plate.
I then gently set him onto the couch, letting him breathe softly when I set the plate onto the table and lightly gazed up at him.
I just smiled, shaking him a little. "Luca."
He groaned in annoyance, face etching slightly.
"It's time to wake up," I said then, brushing some of his hair away from his forehead. "Wakey-wakey."
He continued groaning and turned onto his side, facing away from me.
I smiled a little. "Is this the game we're going to play?"
"Leave me alone..." he muttered incoherently.
I just stood and climbed slightly onto the couch, hovering over him. "I made you bacon."
His eyes shot open immediately, and he gazed up. "Bacon?"
My smile widened.
He sat up immediately making me slip back off the couch and watch him in amusement.
I contained laughter when he struggled to a sitting position and gazed up at me, patiently waiting.
I lightly caught the plate of eggs and bacon and handed it to him.
He took it—not kindly—and gazed down at the food on the plate.
I could practically see his eyes sparkling.
He then gazed up. "You made this?"
I nodded.
"But..." he said then, eyes narrowing, "aren't you a daem? Don't you only drink blood?"
I felt my eyes glow in amusement. "My, my. Stereotyping me, are we?"
He just looked back down at the plate. "A demon good a cooking human food. Hilarious."
My eyes glowed a slight red as my smile widened. "Oh, such a bratty ego in such a tiny little man-child."
He gazed up, glaring. "Excuse me?"
"But that's what I like about you," I continued, smirking slyly. "My Luca."
I then stepped away to the kitchen, containing more laughter when I felt him shaking with anger.
Three.
Two.
One.
"ONE," he said then, making me cover my smile, "I AM NOT A NOT A MAN-CHILD! I AM THIRTY-TWO! TWO! I AM NOT YOURS NOR WILL I EVER BE!"
I exhaled a chuckle, turning toward him. "It's very easy to irritate you. I must remember that."
He started seething, gritting his teeth while watching me.
"Enjoy your meal, my Luca." I winked, walking back to the kitchen. "You know very well that despite your 'hatred' of me, you cannot resist bacon."
He just made an impatient noise, snapping his gaze back to his plate. "You do not know me."
"And you underestimate me," I retorted, pulling a cloth out from the drawer. "You know I'm a demon, but you do not know what my powers entail."
"I never asked," he responded as I started wiping the pan clean, "so I don't care."
"You should," was all I said.
"What can you summon fire?" he hissed.
"No, that would be lame," I answered, smirking when I placed the plate in the sink.
I glanced back at him, lashes lowering. "I have powers, but not the elemental type. Do you know what that entails?"
He stared for a moment, all anger washing out from his expression.
He suddenly tucked in on himself and covered his head, making another angry sound.
I smirked. "My, all I gave you was a clue and you figured it out?"
"You've been reading my mind, you vile demon," he hissed.
My eyes glowed a slight red. "Does that bother you?"
He threw a pillow at me, making me chuckle when I caught it, gazing down at him.
"Of course, it bothers me!" he nearly screamed. "It is my OWN space! My OWN! How DARE you violate it?"
"Are you questioning a demon about violating space?" I asked him, closing one eye. "Maybe I should rethink your cleverness."
"Now it's you who's stereotyping yourself," he retorted angrily, standing.
I watched as he caught his plate and stormed off to his bedroom.
My smile widened a touch.
And the bacon goes with you, too, huh?
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