Free Web NovelChapter 277: I Want Pizza
The next few months weren’t easy for Skyla, with office and house duties plus pregnancy, she was getting exhausted. She could hardly keep much down, the nausea had spiked. The stuff she wanted to eat, Zyair wouldn’t let her.
He was asking her to take leave but didn’t wish to push her.
They were returning from the office and Skyla was sitting in the passenger seat with him. Zyair had adjusted the seat so she could easily lean back in it and sit comfortably. With closed eyes she let out a puff of air, seeming exhausted.
Seeing her so fatigued Zyair reached out with his hand and took hers in his, bringing it closer he placed it on his buffed thigh.
"What is it? Talk to me, beautiful," he requested, rubbing her knuckles with the pad of his thumb.
"I am hungry," she said, a tad irritated as her gorgeous eyes flew open and slid towards him, "And I don’t want to eat a salad again and I can’t keep most of the food down."
"Ah! So my girl is hungry. Well, I can tell Madame Maven to make you some bean or corn soup. What are you craving?" He tentatively asked, a smile going on his face. Skyla pouted in annoyance.
"I want to eat pizza. It has been two months since you let me have it. I am tired of soups and salads and lentils. I want real food." Skyla dragged her hand back and crossed her arms over her chest.
Zyair understood what this was about, this was another one of her mood swings. Everyone had told him she would be having that and he had to be patient. The food was the main issue. She didn’t always like to take healthier options and Zyair had been very careful to not let her eat any junk.
"Sky! We talked about it. Remember? Pizza is not a very healthy food. Baby needs nutrients."
"How is it not healthy? It has everything good in it. Like cheese, veggies, chicken and pepperoni. What’s wrong with pizza." She was openly glaring at him, a vein in her temple was twitching, one more salad and she was going to flip out.
"The digestive system gets affected in pregnancy. Pizza is heavy and it’s difficult to digest it. I don’t want you to feel nauseated or burden your bowels." Zyair took a turn towards the street that led to their home, drawing near it.
"I will only eat pizza or I am not eating anything," she told him in all stubbornness. Zyair had to fight back a chuckle. Laughing in that moment will be like signing his death warrant.
"My sweet Lily," he began. The car came to a halt outside their home as Zyair honked it so the door was slid open by the security guard.
The car entered and he parked it in the driveway, killing the engine.
He finally turned to face his angry wife who had fireballs dancing in her eyes. He knew she was stubborn but the pregnancy had really given new air to her hardheadedness. Now he understood what Meena meant regarding patience.
"How about we make a deal?" He asked, turning towards her and taking both her hands in his.
"I am listening." Skyla still wearily watched him, knowing he would get his way and would feed her more fruits and veggies. He and his obsession with a healthy diet. All she wanted was her greasy fries and pizzas.
"I will bake you a pizza at home with my own hands. It will be fresh and I won’t call it healthy but will be better than takeouts. But you will take your bean soup with it. Deal?" He flashed that irresistible gorgeous smile of his that brightened each contour of his face.
"I will eat the whole pizza then," she countered, her eyes narrowed at him, knowing he would bake a small one.
"Two slices but of good size." He winked, the side of his lips twitching to laugh.
"Define good size, I don’t want a tiny pizza. Don’t forget I am eating for two people," she reminded him as if he would ever forget.
"Medium," he said and smacked his lips together.
"That’s not a good size. At least make it large." Skyla’s brows knitted together and her lips turned downward in displeasure.
"Two medium slices and you can have as much ice cream as you want later," Zyair proposed another deal which Skyla found rather acceptable. She could have ice cream and the bonus was having it to her heart’s content. It was the best deal.
"Done!" She finally agreed and a burden was lifted off Zyair’s shoulder.
He leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss on her forehead and murmured with so much love.
"That’s my girl. Come, let’s head inside now."
The weather was extremely cold. Getting out of the car, Zyair kept his arms around her so she would remain warm, although she was fully wrapped. The fresh snow had blanketed everything in a sheen of white, even the one-winged angel statue had traces of snow on it.
Once they entered, Madame Maven welcomed them.
"Mr Zyair, Skyla. Good to have you back. How are you feeling, my child?"
"I am good, just hungry." fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
"Go change and I will lay out the table," Madame Maven tried to usher her towards the room when Zyair interrupted.
"Actually, Madame Maven, why don’t you help Skyla get changed and give her feet a small massage with lavender oil? I will prepare the dinner for my wife today," he informed her while elegantly taking his coat off and hanging it on the coat rack.
"B–but, I—," Maven stammered, she didn’t want the master of the house to start cooking when he had just come home tired from the office.
"Don’t worry, it won’t take me long." He reassured her with a smile and asked Maven to lead Skyla away.
Opening up his sleeves, he rolled them back, revealing his veiny arms. Grabbing an apron he placed it around his tapered waist and washed his hands at the wash basin before getting started to prepare a deliciously healthy pizza for his wife. Nothing filled him with extreme satisfaction than to feed her his food prepared with his hands.
So this pizza was baked and a big crisis was successfully averted by Zyair.
