Big Spoon Cuddling Novels & Stories

Her appetite was as vast as her zest for life. As the morning sun mingled with the cool breeze, they decided to cap off their meal with a steaming cup of tea. The cups they held were no ordinary cups; they were a customized gift from Nami, an endearing token of love from sister to brother-in-law and sister Emma. The cups were black on the inside, and white on the outside, each adorned with an endearing bear emblem on one side and the whimsical labels 'Mr. Hot' and 'Ms. Sexy' on the other.

Some hours later, I’m feeling a little better. I had a long soak in the tub until my fingers wrinkled, letting the water take some of the edge off me. Brandon ordered me some sweet corn chicken soup and spring rolls. Warm comfort food and a full belly helped. Even so, my mind is still in turmoil.

“How did you bypass my personal security?” “I am performing an emergency intervention, obviously!” He moved with surprising speed, a whirl of white tracksuit. He shoved a steaming, beautiful, porcelain bowl directly under my nose. The aroma was intoxicating. “I managed to convince your security team—the ones who look like they’ve never smiled or had a good meal—that I was your best friend and that you would fire them all if they didn't welcome me with the respect due to a family member! Now, drink this! It’s Bone Broth Reduction, slow-simmered for forty-eight hours with Himalayan salt crystals and a hint of white truffle! It’s an absolute tragedy that you are surviving on instant coffee!”

Which was with her… only her. I grabbed two spoons and met Jenna at the kitchen counter, who was already pulling out two small bowls from the plastic bag and popping off the lids, handing me over one while she took one spoon from me. But I couldn’t help myself, scooping a mouth full of the creamy desert and holding it in front of her lips. She smiled at me, before opening her mouth and swallowing what I had to offer her. Shit, I never could have thought watching my mate eat dessert would be such a turn-on… yup…

“Until we know if ‘just us’ includes a CEO title.” *1:18 PM. [SFX: PHONE. THEN SUSAN. THEN LAUGHING.]* Kitchen. Lunch. Isla in high chair. Spaghetti. Everywhere. 1 year, 3 weeks, 8 days. Learned to use a spoon. Badly. Ivy on the floor. With Bear. Sharing her spaghetti. Bear licked it. Ivy giggled. Bear sneezed. Ivy giggled harder. Phone. Me. Susan. FaceTime. “Look at you,” Susan said. Screen. Her apartment. Stitches out. Black eye yellow. Smiling. “Domestic. Disgusting. I love it.”

(Pointing towards his hand ) It will pain very much (lying ) even holding a spoon . T:- (thinking she took the bowl and spoon and gave to Drake ) Try with other hand . D:- (again in a innocent yet clever manner he took the spoon and acted as if he can't do it ) It's not working . T:- (thinking ) I have an idea maybe I can feed you but only if you're comfortable . D:- (he smirked internally ) Yes a great idea indeed . T:- (taking the spoon filled with soup to his lips after blowing ) Here have it .

There are cupcakes, donuts, scones, and cookies, all decorated and dusted with powdered sugar and colorful toppings. “Will, come on out, your bestest buddy is here to see you!” Akio yells. Silence follows his words. There’s not even the sound of the shower running. “I hope he’s not sleeping in there.” Akio mutters to himself, his eyebrows creasing with real worry for a split second before he shakes his head, dispelling it. “Anyways, how does it feel to cheat death, Bossy Bells?” “She didn’t cheat death.” Evin counters. “The excess silver in the water temporarily shut down her immune system.”

“Squishy starfish is just one of them.” Sebastian entered behind her, looking slightly more awake than usual but still groggy enough to be adorable. He carried two coffee mugs, one of which he passed to me. “Don’t fight her,” he said with a smirk. “The baby’s officially obsessed.” “So is your wife,” I added, watching as Shelly planted kisses all over Aubree’s chubby cheeks. “She drooled on me this morning,” Shelly announced like it was an award. “Right on my mouth. I think that means we’re bonded for life.”

We all watch the different feelings across his face before he says, “yeah, that’s actually pretty good! The noodles take some getting used to, but I see how that works well together” She shrugs as she pulls her plate back, while I’m just shaking my head. He’s a great liar, that shit is gross! Meme, however, is cracking up still as she slurps down spaghetti noodles from her plate. After dinner is cleared away, Amory whips out the cupcakes she baked earlier. Stephany is fed two before she’s sent off to bed. When Amory comes back from tucking Stephany in, she serves the remaining cupcakes to Meme, Spencer, and me.

The clatter of stainless steel spoons against ceramic plates felt louder than usual, each ring echoing like a gavel in the small dining room. Tobi focused on the steam rising from the mountain of efo riro (soup) on his plate, trying to disappear into the earthy scent of locust beans and spinach. But the anonymity he had worn like a second skin for years had been stripped away by his own hands.