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He fed me slowly, patient as if the world had narrowed down to this simple act of giving and receiving. Each spoon he fed me with was filling, and between bites, his thumb brushed the corner of my mouth, wiping a stray drop. The gesture felt so intimate that my heart fluttered.

I keep walking around randomly in circles ,and my stomach finally does a buzz ,I'm fucking starving right now ,i haven't had anything solid to eat since the last meal i had with late alpha rein ,i walk to the direction of the kitchen ,the cook Luna ,looks like she's just seen a ghost i bet she's super surprised to see me here in the kitchen ,i don't do this often at all . I have her make me something to eat ,and she prepares me rice with sweet potatoes with sea food and chilly sauce ,I'm so hungry i forgot I'm supposed to use an apron ,i attack the food with my fork at once as soon as she serves it hot on my table ,my goodness I've never been this hungry in a very long while, I dig into the

He handed me the tea first, unwrapping me from my blanket, placing the hot water bottle on my stomach before wrapping me back in my burrito blanket again. I took few sips of the tea while he pulled me back into his lap, he opened my chocolate bar and let me have small bites slowly, all this did make me feel better now. I enjoyed my cuddle session, once my tea and chocolate were over, I went back to sucking on daddy's neck happily, it's the best place to be in. "Sophie" daddy says trying to pull me away from his neck. "Little one, let daddy's neck go" he says through our bond, I was surprised, forgetting that we now share this connection. I let him go and pull back a pout, he smiled at me and

He snuggled up on my chest, rubbing his face on my body. “Get used to it; we are going to be waking up like this a lot,” he mumbled, holding me tight. I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck. I have never cuddled before; it feels so nice. We went silent, enjoying the feeling of being in each other’s arms. It was warm, comfortable, and therapeutic—everything a girl needs.

It was okay but I at least expected more. I picked up the serving spoon from the tray and was going to dish out the rice into Sapphire's bowl at first but this Duckling beat me to it, serving herself with her spoon. Each spoon of rice she took kept spilling some seeds of rice on the dinning table because the eating spoon was using to serve herself was too small to be used as a serving spoon but as stubborn as Sapphire was, she didn't stop when she saw the rice littering the dinning, she continued taking more spoons till she was okay with the portion on her plate.

He winked at her. “When did you turn my sous chef?” she laughed. Adam beamed and fell into the couch lazily, sliding his phone from his pocket. Salma looked at the bowl. “It’s still porridge.” “It’s elevated porridge. There’s cinnamon and something that claims to be honey from a specific valley. Devon will be able to tell you which one if you ask him.” He said from the couch. “But don’t ask him.” She laughed despite herself. The sound felt strange in her chest, lighter than anything she had produced in weeks.

Tessa's POV: Back in the house, the wooden spoon clinked gently against the inside of the ceramic bowl as my mother stirred the soup she was making, porridge with fresh vegetables. The aroma of cooking oil, peppers, and something nostalgic wrapped around me like a thick blanket, warm and bittersweet. I sat quietly on the low stool beside the window, arms loosely crossed, trying to steady the chaos swirling in my chest.

I'm not much help, with my cuffed hands, but he seems pleased. We serve dinner to mom and we eat in our room tonight. Everything was soft, but I'm still sensitive to eating and drinking. Kellan notices and immediately brings up the ice cream. We finish our food, me as best I can, and we start eating from the tub. It's cookie dough, my favorite and Kellan's too. We pretend to compete over bites and he playfully swats me away from the tub. I sit and wait, then when opportunity presents itself I steal his bite.

That moment was one of the beautiful ones she treasured with him. Her eyes turned teary once again and few droplets fell on her cheeks as she with her shaky hand pulled the filled spoon to her trembling lips shoving it in her mouth, a small whimper escaped her lips as she tried swallowing it but the moment she did, the spoon fell in the bowl and her sobs were freed once again bursting into heavy tears.

Only one was available, the same one she had rested from earlier. Kent suddenly got up and offered, “You can take mine, Zia.” “Oh, no. That’s not necessary,” Clint quickly said. He put his arm around Zia and declared, “We like to cuddle. One is enough for us. Isn’t that right, Sweet Lips?” “Um.” Zia smiled brightly. She put her arm around Clint’s lean waist and said, “Yes, that’s right. I love cuddling with my Cuddle Muffin.” “Ah, my Sweet Lips,” Clint said with a smirk.