chapter 3

Sky was the first one to wake up the next morning, and on instinct she wriggled up closer to Elliot, draping one arm over his chest. The light flowing in from the crack in the curtains was a deep orange, illuminating the dust specks floating around in their room, indicating that it was still early. Blinking heavily, she looked to the red alarm clock next to the bed - nine o'clock.

She groaned, burying her face in the soft flesh of Elliot's waist in an effort to fall back asleep. Not that it worked, in actuality she stayed there for thirty minutes then got up, pushing her long hair away from her face and tying it back messily just to keep it from disturbing her. Her bare feet pattered against the vinyl floor as she tip toed into the kitchen, opening the fridge with a yawn to see what she could make for breakfast.

There wasn't much in there, she knew she would have to go to the store soon. Maybe she'd take Elliot this time and he could pick all his favourite foods... that way he'd eat more. He'd been eating so much recently and gotten so much bigger, it was almost alarming, but it was so good. She couldn't wait until his family came over, the looks on their faces would be classic. Maybe she could even take a picture.

The best the fridge had to offer in the end was a couple packets of bacon and some eggs which she would make for Elliot, and some leftover fries from a few days ago. She set those on the side and reached over the top of the refrigerator to pull down a box of cereal for herself. As she fried up the bacon and set some bread under the grill, she couldn't help but feel excited at the idea of Elliot eating it all--she'd covered everything with oil and there was so much of it, more than she'd ever dream of eating herself. He made her feel so small.

When everything was cooked, she put it on three large plates and balanced them on her arms, setting them next to Elliot on the mattress and sitting down on the pillow, crossing her legs. She nudged him gently, waking him up.

"Hey, sleepyhead," she kissed his cheek and scratched his tummy. He stirred for a moment then awoke with a yawn, blinking happily as he saw Sky.

"Something smells good." He noticed, looking to the food Sky had set down for him. A place filled with bacon, one with fries, and one with the eggs on several pieces of toast, drowning in salt and ketchup

"Uh-huh," she grinned, sitting back and picking up the plate of bacon, handing it to him. "All yours."

"Aren't you sweet?" He hummed, stuggling to sit up and picking up one of the greasy strips, folding it up and stuffing it in his mouth, filling it so much that it was hard to move his jaws to chew. He moaned and sucked the fat from his greasy fingers; she always used just the perfect amount of salt.

Watching him eat was always such a sexual experience to Sky, especially when she'd made the food herself. He wouldn't be eating it if it weren't for her, the fat wouldn't be making its way to his stomach and arms and thighs and neck if she'd hadn't made it for him.

Every pound he gained, he wouldn't have if it wasn't for her.