It was just a few hours after Kate came back from the hospital when John decided to make some Mac and cheese. He knew that it was her favorite food and it always cheered her up. She was sleeping when she heard the movement down in the kitchen. She dragged herself out of bed to go investigate. To her surprise John was busy cooking, they have been married for six years and he never cooked before.
Mac and Cheese
“John, do you know what you are doing?” she asks in a soft voice, while rubbing her left eye. He turns around from the stove and smiles.
“I may not be a great cook but your mother is a great help over the phone,” he says with a grin on his face. He walks around the kitchen counter and embraces his wife and holds her tightly against his chest.
“I’m really not hungry at the moment, John,” she mutters out.
“The food is almost done and when ever you feel like it, you can eat. At least you know there is something for you,” he says and kisses her on her forehead. Both of them walk over to the sofa and take a seat. Kate leans on her husband’s shoulder and they turn on the television and not long after, she dozes off. John smells the aroma of melted cheese and remembers that he still needs to get that out of the oven. He gently lays his wife down on the sofa and rests her head on one of the scatter cushions. John walks to the kitchen and was surprised to see that his first attempt of Mac and cheese came out much better than he thought it would. Diane sure is a good teacher he thought to himself. He took out the dish and put it on the kitchen counter to cool down and set the table for two.
He went back to the lounge and sat on a different sofa, not to disturb his wife, and channel hopped on the television. He thought about what he was in for and that he was perhaps not ready for it.
“How do you prepare yourself to see the person you love, deteriorate day by day?” he thought. Although he wasn’t ready for it, he needed to be there for her. He knew that, especially when he thought back on all the times he had the flu and she looked after him, or the time he broke his leg and she had to care for him. She was always there for him in everyway he could think of.
In the mean time he dozed off too and awoke of the sound of someone being sick. He looked at the sofa where Kate was sleeping and it was empty. He got up as fast as he could and rushed to the downstairs bathroom where he then found her hugging the toilet with her head buried in the bowl.
He wasn’t sure what to do, so he took a face washcloth and ran it underneath the cold water. He dried out the water and put the damp cloth around her neck and he started to rub her back. That is what he always saw in the movies and hoped that he was doing it right.
“Water,” he hears his wife mutter and rushes to the kitchen to get a glass of cold water out the fridge. As he closes the fridge he sees a plate of Mac and Cheese on the counter with only a few bites missing. John rushes back to her side and helps her to rinse out her mouth. She threw up for another forty minutes and then he carried her to their bedroom. He undressed her out of her sweaty clothes and dressed her in new clean ones. He went downstairs to get a bucket for her bedside and took a damp cloth from their on suite.
From that day onwards, Kate was never able to stomach Mac and cheese ever again.