Big Spoon Cuddling Novels & Stories

I shake my head. “Don’t worry, you’ll fit right in here,” Callan says. “Spoons are entirely optional.” With a smile, he drops his spoon and picks up his bowl, lifting it to his mouth to slurp from the edge. That’s what I did with Mama on the occasion we ate from bowls. I’m instantly relieved that they know the logical way to eat, and I’m so hungry I don’t want to pick up one tiny bite at a time with the spoon instrument. I pick up my bowl and let the food pour into my mouth. I chew, slurp and devour the meat and bones and broth.

I decided to agree with her, my food was getting cold. “Okay, Ma. Thank you for this silver spoon.” I said to match her serious tone. The spoon felt different in my hands, I didn’t think I could eat with it. I put the spoon into my smoothie jug and went back to my rice, the drink seemed to be losing its chill so I decided to take a sip, besides, the rice was no longer hot. I used the spoon to stir the drink before taking a sip. The cup was almost at my lip when Coco screamed. I was so taken aback that my drink spilled over my clothes.

She scooped up a puppy, its tail wagging enthusiastically, while Susan giggled and cuddled a particularly curious rabbit. As the evening sun cast a warm, golden glow, Susan kept her promise to Zayn. She skillfully mixed ingredients for her famous chocolate chip cookies, filling the kitchen with the comforting aroma of baking. Luna, in the meantime, embarked on her own culinary adventure, preparing a batch of buttery popcorn. Their combined efforts filled the house with the irresistible scents of freshly baked cookies, cupcakes, and buttered popcorn. It was an inviting aroma that made Zayn's return all the more delightful.

Sarah stammered, at a loss for words. She set her bowl down awkwardly, watching as Zachary calmly returned the spoon to her bowl. "Go on, finish it. Steven will be devastated if you waste it," Zachary said, his lips quirking into a slight smile. Sarah stirred the soup absently, feeling flustered. Her mind kept circling back to one thought: Zachary used my spoon. The same spoon I just used. And he just... used it. Before she could overthink it further, Zachary placed a fresh spoon in her hand and pushed a new bowl of soup toward her—the other half from the thermos.

He worked here for quite some time and gets used to our childish joke. The rooftop was empty and no customer was there yet. I sat on my favorite spot which the beautiful view of the city can be seen clearly. I was rummaging through my bag and take out my writing tools from my bag and carefully arranged it on the table. The weather was nice today. It was not too hot and not too cold. I make my dark hair in a bun and put on my glasses and ready to brainstorming for my book. "Knock, knock." Scarlet approached. A tray filled with my favorite cupcakes and two cups of a hot drink on her hands.

She also produced a spoon, setting it down beside the bowl with a satisfied nod. Stephan raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What is it?” he asked, peering into the bowl. The rich aroma wafting up from it was inviting. “Healthy soup,” Sylvia replied, watching him closely. “You know how she is about making sure you eat well.” Stephan’s expression softened at the mention of his grandmother. “Let’s eat it together, then,” he suggested, grabbing another spoon and settling back comfortably in his chair. They shared the soup, the atmosphere growing warm and intimate as they chatted about everything and nothing.

Sweet Pea Guun did not like him, opened his mouth, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, he reached out to accept the spoon and the cup. Brene Brian got it wrong, shoveling your head is too embarrassing to die. Sweet Pea Guun ate a few spoonfuls and finished, Brene Brian restored his mood, asked if he still wanted it, Sweet Pea Guun shook his head and said enough. Brene Brian accepted the cup, always confirming and saying: "Isn't it any better? Still upset?" "Much better." Sweet Pea Guun replied.

I heard my stomach grumble but I don't want to let go. I pouted when he detach himself from our hug and he assist me in sitting on the bed and it brings back memories on how he took care of me when I was in the hospital a few months ago. I heard a whizzing sound and a table is coming towards me. It is so cool! I want one also! Gideon place 2 plate and a bowl in front of me. The bowl have a steaming soup with vegetables and bits of chicken floating and in my delight the 2 plates contain fries and nuggets.

Stephan appeared next to me and before I could speak, his hands were tucked under my knees lifting and taking me to the table where a steaming bowl of chicken pepper soup was waiting for me. I settled into the soft cushioned chair and picked the spoon. Under his watchful gaze, I began to eat. Slowly to help me myself more time to present my cas well and to prevent choking on the spicy food. Stephan looked like he had the entire day or even week to spare. The spoon touched my lips and I winced from the cuts on it because of the chapped state. A balm appeared at my side in an instant. “Finish your meal first.” Stephan said when I looked up in shock

“Are you going to tell them you have another spoon?” I dig out the extra plastic spoon from the bag and sneak another bite of ice cream while Mark and Casper continue to fight.