Third person point of view
The food felt tastier than usual as their last meal was lunch. By now both of them were a bit hungry and ate faster till they were half full and then slowed down. " What do you have for breakfast ? " Oliver asked, turning to Christian. " I have cereal or toast. If I feel like it, I make some sandwiches. On weekends I just have brunch and eat well then ". Oliver nodded.
" What about you ? " Oliver shrugged. " I just have toast too with coffee. If I don't feel like eating I only have coffee. I go early in the morning to get ready for the opening so I just have it there. On Sundays, I never wake up in time for breakfast. And just have lunch directly ". Christian nodded. " Then what do you plan on doing now ? "
Oliver thought about it while eating. " I guess I will have something and go. I can just eat some cereal and have coffee after I go to the cafe ". " If you don't feel like having it that early, I will make some along with mine and bring it to you. Is that fine ? " Oliver was shocked. He turned to Christian and Christian just stared at him blankly.
Oliver was very happy to hear that but also felt a bit weird. He didn't know what he was feeling either. " Why ? " Christian didn't know why Oliver was silent. Oliver shook his head. " Isn't that too much work for you ? " " Just making an extra sandwich will not kill me ". Both of them laughed. " Up to you then. I am not rejecting your good intentions ".
Christian nodded. " Okay ". " What about lunch ? " " I have it at the hospital or order from time to time ". Oliver nodded. Christian offered to make breakfast but he couldn't do anything. " Then... do you mind coming to the cafe for lunch ? " " Will that be fine ? " Oliver nodded. " I can definitely spare time for it. I will make something on days I can and if I can't, we can just order ".
Oliver tilted his head. " You can even try our meals ". Christian nodded with a smile. " Let's do as you say ". Oliver smiled. " Do you come home late at night ? " Oliver froze. He turned to look at Christian feeling aggrieved and like he wanted to cry. Christian was taken aback by his expression. " Why ? What happened ? "
Oliver pouted harder. " Why is my job like this ? Can't have breakfast, can't cook lunch, can't make it for dinner. Just what am I doing ? " Oliver wailed pitifully. Christian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. " That is fine. We can still do that on weekends ". Oliver looked frustrated. He ate the food, still feeling a little sad.
He never thought his job was a problem. He lived alone so there was no need to worry about anything else. But now he is married and there is someone waiting for him at home. " How come I am busier than a doctor like you ? " Oliver mumbled while picking at the food. Christian noticed that his mood was down and rubbed his head to comfort him.
" It is fine really. It is your hard work that brought you till here. So there is nothing wrong with it ". Christian's display of affection made Oliver feel a little better. " But still... " He decided to think of a solution for it. Christian smiled. " We will see in the future, okay ? Don't worry so much for now ".
Oliver did not want to dampen the mood. He cheered himself up and nodded. " Yeah ". They finished dinner and watched TV for a while. Oliver yawned a few times. Christian noticed it and turned the TV off. " Let's go to sleep ". Oliver nodded and they went up to the room. But when he entered the room, he suddenly felt a bit nervous.
It was their first night after all. Christian changed the sheets previously. They were still neat and tidy. Oliver gulped as he walked closer. Christian turned to Oliver. " You are fine with sleeping here right ? " Oliver nodded. He did not want to sleep in a different room. There was no point in marrying and wanting to chase his own husband then.
He has to use his chances. " Then... do you want me to get another quilt ? " Oliver shook his head hurriedly. Christian nodded. They would both feel a bit awkward but he also did not want to create the distance between them. " I will go to the bathroom. You should sleep first ". Oliver nodded and watched as Christian went to the bathroom.
He got on the bed and felt the sheets. They were very soft and smelled fresh. He slowly slept on it and pulled the quilt up to his chin. He felt warm and smiled. Christian walked out of the bathroom. " I will turn the lights off ". Oliver nodded. Christian turned them off and now there was only a dim light left.
Christian also got in the bed. He pulled the quilt onto his body. It was big enough for both of them to sleep comfortably. " Move inside a little. You will fall if you roll over ". Oliver was a little towards the corner. " Okay ". He wriggled towards the inside. Christian smiled in the dark. " I am not sure if I have any sleeping habits. So if I disturb you too much, just wake me up ".
Olive spoke in a small voice. " Alright. I could also say the same ". " Okay ". " Good night ". " Good night ". Christian smiled and closed his eyes. Oliver slept on his back but couldn't fall asleep. He turned to the side and he could see Christian's silhouette in the dark. It felt a bit surreal but he was ecstatic. He smiled and closed his eyes. He fell asleep in seconds.
Christian heard the even breathing coming from the person beside him and opened his eyes. His eyes adjusted to the dark and he could see a little clearly. He turned his head and saw Oliver's head buried in the quilt. He smiled and adjusted the quilt to show his face a bit. He closed his eyes and fell asleep too.
-MG