Epilogue

A few days have passed and my head is always heating up, my blood keeps on boiling. I don't know why, but I get annoyed every time I smell Tyron's perfume.

But now I couldn't understand myself, I was holding the knife while staring at him. I'm enjoying seeing him being scared of me.

"Can you just tell me what you want? Stop pointing it at me," he complained, which made my blood heat up even more because I just heard his voice.

"Are you complaining?"

"N-no, I was just telling you to put it down, wife, and tell me what you want me to buy..." he answered calmly, but I just glared at him.

"Buy me a mango," I said when I suddenly felt myself craving sourness.

"Is that all?"

"But I want the boneless one, but something raw, but I want it sweet," I explained the taste that my stomach wanted now. After I said that, his two eyebrows almost furrowed.

"What?! Is that even existing? Raw mango without seeds, then you want it sweet? Sweet but raw? Are you kidding me?" My eyebrows rose because he keeps on complaining. What can I do, that's what the taste of my tummy was looking for?!

"You'll look for it or I'll sue you forever?!" I pointed the knife at him even more.

"Woah, woah! Alright, fine. I surrender, okay? Now put it down. I'll do my best to look for that... weird thing. The fuck," he whispered but I couldn't hear what he was saying.

"You're still whispering there, get out! Don't ever come back here when you find nothing, okay?!" I brought the knife I was holding closer to him to scare him even more. I wanted to laugh when he swallowed a little and was swallowed again one after another.

"I will. I'll go now," he said and hurried away. I smiled proudly as I walked into the living room and sat on the sofa to turn on the TV.

I was in that situation, amusing myself watching TV when I felt my stomach growl. He has been gone for a few minutes and has not been able to return until now. Does he still have plans to go home?

"Don't tell me, he wouldn't really come home when he didn't find anything I was craving for?" I can't believe how idiot he is. He's so stupid if he's thinking that way, of course, it's still more important that he's just by my side than anything else!

I frowned when I looked back at the door, but still, no one came in the handsome man I married a few months ago.

"I'm hungry," I caressed my stomach and stood up on the sofa to walk to the kitchen while carrying the pillow. I looked for something to eat, but any food that was there would not pass my cravings now.

It's hard to starve with there's favoritism in your stomach.

I just opened the transparent drawer and I saw some pasta for spaghetti. I took it right away because my craving for mangoes suddenly disappeared and was replaced by pasta, but I scratched my head when I remembered that I didn't know how to cook spaghetti. I have never cooked like this before.

'How am I going to cook this?',

Ah, never mind, it's up to me now how I would cook it. What is more important is what I need to eat.

I took a frying pan and then opened the stove on medium heat. I took the apron first, and then I put the hairnet on my face, duh! Grease might be spilled on my face!

The next thing I grabbed is the oil and poured the remaining 1/4 of it into the pan. Wait, is the frying pan really used when cooking spaghetti? Ah, never mind!

I also added pasta and then eden. Hmm! Yummy, eden! I also got onion, and then lasagna. I was still a little stunned as I wondered if the ingredients were really like this? I don't really know, I took anything as long as what I see around me can be mixed. Let me just imagine what spaghetti will look like while I'm cooking. I'm good at everything, you know. No one can beat me.

I also added laurel and pepper. Next, I put in three hotdogs whole.

Wait! Am I even doing right? Why is it like this won't end up like spaghetti? Then why seems like there is no soup? I mean, it looks like it's burning the pasta, what's going on here?

Tyron's pov

Will this be alright? I bought the raw mango she was telling me about, but not the exact one she wanted. I just peeled it and then removed the seed. Manang said just add sugar to make it taste sweet, wtf?!

When I got home, I immediately opened the gate and walked towards the door and knocked, but I was stunned because I waited for a while but no one opened it.

Is she already asleep?

I just opened the door because she might have fallen asleep, but when I finally opened the door, my eyes immediately widened when the lid of the frying pan greeted me as I stepped my foot inside.

Wtf, who threw it here?

My eyes darted to the kitchen when I saw smoke. Who the fuck is frying and smells like something is burning?!

I slowly walked towards the kitchen to see what was going on, but—

"Wtf?! Wife! What are you doing?!" I just fucking saw her in front of the kitchen, cooking some I don't know what the fuck is she cooking, but there's a lot of smoke! She looked at me coughing, eyes squinting because of the smoke. .

I just hit my forehead when I saw the whole of her. She was wearing an apron, but only half of her body was covered.

What the heck is she doing in her life?!

I walked in her direction, shock was so visible on my face as I saw what she was cooking.

SPAGHETTI?! But not steamed! She fried it! She even put an onion ?! Leaves, then pepper ?! Wtf ?! Hoe the fuck is this called spaghetti?!

"WHAT?! I KNOW IT'S RIGHT! JUST WATCH! YOU'RE JUST GOING TO EAT THIS TOO!" She yelled.

"How can I eat that? It looks gross, it probably tastes gross too. There's pepper, onion? Then the hotdogs, you haven't even cut it!" I frustratedly said, it doesn't even almost look like spaghetti.

It looks fucking weird.... just like her, wtf?!

"THEN COOK IT!" She shouted at me angrily and dropped the spatula. I just shook my head.

"I'll cook. Go now, just sit there, just eat the mango I bought." My face looks so frustrated, I don't know what she did and it turns out like this.

I looked again at the spaghetti that didn't look like spaghetti at all and just scratched my nape.

"What kind of fucking spaghetti is this?" I laughed as I remember again how she looks so stupid earlier.

Sweat all over her face, obviously not knowing what to do, then the lid of the pot popped out of the door? Tf?! Then the hairnet, instead she put it on her head, she put it on her face. Oh, God. What is going on with my wife?

I looked at her and saw her watching while eating the— WHAT THE HECK IS SHE DOING THIS TIME ?!

My lips loosened up, eyes couldn't believe what I'm seeing right now! The fuck, did she just dip the mango over the ketchup with a fucking soy sauce?!

Fuck, what does it taste like?

I just looked away when I saw on her face how happy she was while enjoying eating it.

"And also, did you know that I put flour, and then yeast in my spaghetti earlier," she said and smiled looking so proud, causing my eyebrows to meet.

"WHAT?!"

What're that?! Pancakes? Tf, I think I really need to bring her to the mental hospital. She's getting weird even with her taste in food.

When I finished cooking the spaghetti, she immediately ran to where I was and smelled what I had cooked.

"Woah!! It smells so good, so that's how it really cooked? Hehe," she asked, while still sipping the ketchup with soy sauce on the saucer.

I took a plate and put spaghetti on it, so she could already eat, and when it was ready, she grabbed it and immediately ate it.

"Woah! It's delicious!"

"Pft, I'll just get some water," I stood up.

I just took some cold water from the refrigerator and went back, but when I went back to my seat earlier my brows furrowed.

"Where's my spaghetti?" Frowning, I asked her suspiciously.

She obviously ate it because she still had spaghetti sauce on the side of her lip.

"Did you just steal my spaghetti?" My eyes narrowed at her. I'm so done with this woman.

"No!" She replied.

"I'll just take a sip, okay?" She said and also drank the water I took.

"Wife." I looked at him badly and she immediately frowned.

"Okay, fine, yes! I ate it, hehehe, peace!" She said and stood up, she was about to run away when she stopped and grabbed her head.

"Shit! Wife!" I exclaimed and quickly catched her when she was about to fall and faint.

HOSPITAL

Ciara's pov

I was stunned when I felt someone caressing my hair.

"Wife, you're awake!" Tyron's worried face greeted me and he immediately held my hand.

"How are you? Are you still in pain?" I grabbed my head and remembered what had happened.

"You collapsed after you stole my spaghetti." He laughed when he saw that I was thinking about why I was here. I immediately raised my eyebrows when I saw how beautiful his smile was.

I've already collapsed, but he's still smiling? He's so mean. I just rolled my eyes at him, causing him to lose his smile.

"What's with that reaction?" He asked.

"Heh! I've lost consciousness, but you're still having fun! You're so rude!" I exclaimed and looked at him again, but he was still really smiling?! Wow!

"See! You're really rude! You keep on smiling, it's irritating me!" I complained and I felt that the annoyance was really too much.

"Because it's good news." He said smiling.

I wanted to get up from lying down so I could punch him right in his face. Gosh! He's being too much! It was really good news for him that I lost my consciousness ??

"IT'S GOOD NEWS TO YOU THAT I LOST MY CONSCIOUSNESS ?!" I exclaimed, looking so angry.

"You're pregnant."

"That's why you keep on— WHAT?! YOU'RE PREGNANT ?!" I shouted as my eyes widened.

Omaygash? He is pregnant!"

His eyes narrowed as he looked at me.

"I'm not! I said YOU'RE PREGNANT!" He clarified, which made me stop for a moment.

Ah hehe, yeah. It's impossible for a man to get pregnant, there's no such thing, Ciara. You're so stupid.

"Is that so? All right, all right. Take two!" I said and cleared my throat which made him softly chuckle.

"WHAT?! I'M PREGNANT ?!" I shouted, but this time my reaction was happy even though I couldn't believe it inside me. That's why my mood seems to fluctuate and it's so usually when I get angry. He smiled and nodded at me.

He was about to speak when we heard the door open and the doctor entered.

"Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Collins, I just want to congratulate both of you, especially you Mr. Collins. Confirmed, your wife is pregnant." Smiling, the doctor confirmed. To my surprise, Tyron suddenly ran out the door...

"YES !! WOOH !! FUCK, I'M A FATHER NOW!" I heard him shout loudly from outside, causing the doctor in front of me to laugh a little, which made me feel embarrassed a bit. Tyron came back quickly and happily shook hands with the doctor and then hugged me very tightly as if there was no tomorrow.

"Fuck, I can't believe this. You're pregnant, wife. Someone will soon call me a Daddy... fuck." He's getting emotional, it's inevitable to smile because I can see in his eyes how happy he is that he wanted to cry in front of me. But instead of bursting it out, he just planted a lot of soft kisses on my face that made me giggle.

"I love you, wife," he whispered.

"I love you too, and I always will."

I don't know that with so much we've been through with struggles, it's still us. We are still really for each other. Well, maybe he became my trauma before, but that became his lesson in his life. He did everything to make all his mistakes replaced by a good one, the fact that they can't be erased, but can be replaced with better memory. All the things and memories that make me remember my trauma, he's doing something good to replace it with a good memory.

And all I can say is, I'm so grateful that I never unloved him, maybe I was tired of letting him go. But the love? Unloving him? That was the most impossible thing to happen in this world. Because whatever happens, it's him. It will always be him. I'll choose him over and over again.

THE END