Big Spoon Little Spoon Novels & Stories

He looked a little tired from the lack of sleep, but the second he saw me, a soft smile touched his lips. "Hey," he said quietly. "Hey," I smiled, stepping aside to let him in. "Perfect timing. Dinner’s almost ready." "You actually cooked?" Nathan asked, walking into the kitchen and looking at the simmering pot of pasta. He sounded pleasantly surprised, his eyes turning wide and soft. “I didn't think you could.” “Huh? Now I feel slightly offended,” I folded my arms. “I fried eggs at your apartment the first time I entered your apartment.”

"Sweetie, can you eat it yourself?" Little Karen grabbed the spoon and tapped her little head. "I can," she said softly. Big Karen was watching from the side. How could she not do that? Little Karen wanted to show off in front of Big Karen. Little Karen picked up a spoon and said like an adult. "Big Karen, I'll feed you." "Thank you, Little Karen!" Karen Daly opened her mouth and drank the tofu soup. She nodded repeatedly. "What you fed me was yummy!" Karen Daly said.

“Did you just threaten me with a spoon? As in an utensil? As in the thing you use to eat soup and any liquid food? That spoon?” “First of all, do I look stupid to you?” I groan and roll my eyes. “I know what a bloody spoon is, you don’t have to ask me a million questions just to ensure we’re talking about the same darn thing. And yes, I just threatened you with a spoon. One, spoons are like my favorite thing ever, after my family of course. Two, how the fuck do you think I killed that little demon friend of yours? With a spoon, duh. I’ve had some practice with them before, I know my way around bodies.” I explain and wiggle my eyebrows suggestively.

She just took the spoon and started eating. Inside that bowl was chicken soup. It was fresh and very delicious. There were six small bowls on the table. Keegan opened the lids of the bowls one by one. The portion of all the dishes was not much. But, they were all exquisite. The dishes were not overly rich. There were both meats and vegetables, and they looked very appetizing. Keegan was sitting across from her. He grabbed the fork and constantly took the food for her. Stella was very serious when she ate. She did not speak at all. Actually, she did not know what to talk about.

“So, how about some soup?” When Conner made no move toward the bag, Sloane didn’t miss a beat. “Don’t worry, I’ll get it,” he said, pulling the bag toward him and unrolling the top. “You’re probably feeling a bit weak from that cold of yours.” He dug into the bag. “Voila,” he said, pulling out a large Styrofoam cup with all the flourish of a magician pulling a rabbit from a hat. He placed the cup in front of Conner, then reached back into the sack and retrieved a second cup, along with a pair of plastic spoons. He slid one of the spoons across the table to Conner.

The only sound in the penthouse was the metallic, rhythmic clink of a silver spoon against the rim of a ceramic bowl. It was a small sound, domestic and harmless, but in the cavernous silence of the apartment, it rang out like a gavel striking a judge’s block.

Just one big spoon was included for everyone to take food from the large bowl. As expected, Lawrence was the first as the eldest of the house to scoop out his portion of oatmeal. After him is Denzel, followed by Michelle. I waited patiently for my turn. I know I will be the last to scoop our food. Michael took his turn and Roxana did hers. After Roxana dropped the spoon I reached out for it. Immediately, she hit my hand, “Drop the spoon, am not done”. Everyone looked at me. Their faces showed no remorse. I don’t need their pity. I know everyday I stay there is a minus.

"Dig in!" Felix, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, mumbled a sleepy "Morning, Mom," as he reached for the maple syrup. Luna, always the early riser, greeted me with a bright "Good morning, Mama!" and dug into her cereal. Gina, being only four years old, remained quiet but couldn't help but giggle at the sound of her siblings chatting away.

he smiled I collected the food and water and started to eat, while I was eating, ng I just felt the urge to try lifting the spoon again and behold,ld it worked this time around, and the spoon began to float on air as I was about to call Ethan's attention to it the spoon fell back. "Fucking spoon" I muttered "Did you say something?" Ethan asked "Never mind" I replied "Okay keep eating, when you are done you rest small we can continue tomorrow," he said

I brought just one spoon Me: I only brought one spoon He took it from me and put it in the food Andy: it's blessed, amen I smiled He took a little of it and brought it to my mouth. I opened up and he gently fed me. Next he fed himself Andy: did a maid or chef make this? Me: I think my mom did Andy: it's good He took another spoon and nodded then another spoon. I chuckled Me: mister, you're forgetting me He chuckled and fed me three times Andy: now feed me