Trapped in Her Heart

"We would have been stuck in the main course if you were in the kitchen too," she chuckled.      

Hugging her from behind, he inquired, "Are you trying to tell me that I distract you?"      

"What is there to tell? It is a fact honey, we always end up abandoning everything and cuddling in the middle of everything that we try to do together." Helplessly shaking her head, she sighed, "I don't know how and why do I always end up giving in to your sly tricks and unruly cute behavior."      

"Hmm that happens because you love me honey and you cannot resist my handsomeness," he gloated.      

Slapping his hand away, she rolled her eyes, "Stop acting like a donkey."      

Shrugging his shoulders, he exclaimed, "Considering the fact that donkey is your favorite animal, I don't mind being one."      

"Donkey reminds me, what did you do with my stuffed toy?" When he did not say anything, she crossed her arms in the front and snapped, "Sebastian Stewart, where is my donkey plushie?"      

"Hmm which one?" he innocently inquired.      

"The one you gave me a long time back as a sorry gift for shouting at me like a mad man," she snapped.      

Pretending to think for a long time, he asked, "You mean the one you used to hug to sleep all night? And the one who used to act like a plushie wall between us?" When she frowned and nodded her head, he smiled, "Well, I threw that away."      

Throwing her hand in her mouth, she gasped, "What? How can you do that?"      

"What? It's not like it was something special and—"      

Cutting him off, she snapped, "Of course it was special Sebastian, that was the first gift you gave me. How could you just throw it away?"      

Placing his hand on her shoulder, he sighed, "Alright now don't be mad, I did not throw it anywhere. It's lying somewhere in my study." Pausing for a while, he frowned, "I just don't like how you hug that toy to sleep all night."      

"Don't I hug you too?"      

"Yeah but I don't like sharing, I don't want anything else to be close to you even if it's a damn non-living fat toy," he retorted.      

Helplessly shaking her head, she sighed, "You are unbelievable."      

Hooking his arms around her shoulder, he inquired, "Okay, so what did you make today?"      

"Well, for starters we have tater tots, crab cakes, buffalo wings and seasoned tacos with freshly homemade sauce." Without waiting for his reply, she further explained, "For the main course we have homemade garlic bread with a very special dipping sauce, fried chicken steak, seasoned salad, fried rice with sausages, yams, some wild Alaska Salmon because June wanted to eat fish. I also made some spaghetti with meatballs and lasagna."      

Raising his brows, Sebastian chuckled, "Wow, seriously how long was I stuck in the meeting? You made so many things in my absence."      

"I had prepared for them yesterday night so it was much easier today," she chuckled.      

Rubbing his palms together, he curiously inquired, "What do we have for dessert?"     

"Chocolate pudding pie," she answered.      

Keeping quiet for quite some time, he pouted his lips, "You made everything except for something—"      

Cutting him off, she remarked, "Your sandwiches are right there in the counter but don't eat them all, leave some for our guests too." Glancing at the watch, she sighed, "I need to go get ready."      

"Uh huh you should, they will be here any minute." Pushing her out of the kitchen, he added, "I'll heat the food."      

"Help Bojo and Boji change too," she instructed before rushing towards the room.      

After she was nowhere to be seen, he slowly made his way towards the sandwiches which were peacefully and deliciously resting on the plate. Looking at them, he thought for a while before counting them.      

He scrunched his eyebrows when he realized that there were fifteen sandwiches while they were just twelve of them. Thinking for quite some time, he quickly took out three sandwiches from the plate and hid it somewhere safe. He would eat them at peace after everyone leaves.     

….     

When Ellie came down, Noah and Melissa had already arrived.      

Taking a deep breath, Noah sighed, "I can already smell heaven."      

Rubbing her stomach, Melissa grunted, "Please stop me from overeating and feeling bloated again."      

"Its alright Mel, you can eat as much as you want." Wrapping his arms around Ellie's shoulder, Sebastian smiled, "We have plenty of food."      

Pouting her lips, she complained, "I am going to become fat this way."      

"I am okay with that," Noah remarked.      

Placing her hand on Sebastian's chest, Ellie smiled, "I'll go get some wine for us."      

"Hmm okay, I'll call Calvin and others." After she left along with Melissa, Sebastian turned towards Noah and inquired, "Did you talk to Melissa about it?"      

Noah sighed and helplessly shook his head, "Not yet but I did try to tell her about it in an indirect manner but she didn't seem so interested, I think we should just let them go."      

"If they leave, we have to postpone our vacation plans," Sebastian murmured making sure that he wasn't too loud.      

"I know right? But even if they take us with them to Seattle, where the hell are we going to stay?" Noah curiously inquired.      

Scrunching his brows, Sebastian snapped, "I am pretty sure that you are familiar with a very interesting and well known term called hotel?"      

Rolling his eyes, Noah scoffed, "Of course I am but what is the use of going there when we have to stay in hotels? That is equivalent to staying back in L.A while they fly there."      

Thinking for a while, Sebastian nodded his head, "You are right, so what should we do?"     

"We need a solid plan, let me think about it."      

…..     

Kitchen.      

"And then?"      

Shrugging her shoulders, Ellie answered, "Nothing, she just gave me weird looks and left."      

Wiping the plates, Melissa frowned, "This doesn't sound very nice."      

Both of them were talking about what had happened at the supermarket in the morning when Sebastian and Ellie were shopping.      

….