Filed to story: Healing My Disabled Husband Novel
As he looked at Beata’s smiling face and those bright eyes, Yael felt a storm brewing inside him.
What he had said to River earlier was actually meant for himself – don’t act impulsively; after all, Beata was still young.
But somehow this very same trait made him all the more irresistible.
Yael had to restrain himself from doing anything foolish.
He turned his head and started the car again. “Let’s go home first before we eat.”
“Okay.” All of Beata’s attention was focused on her little puppy in her arms; she didn’t notice that they were going home first instead of eating out.
Going home – those two words could mean many things when their relationship wasn’t clear yet.
But right now, with everything else occupying her mind, she didn’t even notice Yael playing word games with her like this.
Meanwhile, Yael kept cursing himself inwardly for what he was doing – trying to be subtle about something that couldn’t be more obvious if he tried harder?
The car pulled into Livingwards Mansion where they had agreed beforehand that Beata’s dog would stay with Yael for a while until they figured out what to do next with it.
Beata already had a name picked out but hadn’t told him yet.
Yael’s three dogs were waiting patiently in line as soon as they stepped off the elevator together.
Beata touched them one by one, “Number One, Number Two, Number Three.”
After last night, Beata had accepted these three names very well.
Of course, it was also related to the name she gave to the dog of her dream, and she had to let herself accept it.
Beaming at them one by one, she said, “I brought you sister back!”
At first she hadn’t noticed when picking up photos yesterday or even when Yael helped pick one, but now she learned from its owner just moments ago:the puppy was actually female.
They didn’t know if the three dogs understood Beata’s words. They kept wagging their tails as if saying,
“Show us our little sister already!”
However, when Yael went upstairs earlier, he had told Beata that they couldn’t put the puppy on the ground yet. They wouldn’t do anything to harm it but might scare it.
Besides, the puppy was still sleeping softly now. Beata didn’t want to wake it up.
So she sat down on the sofa with her dream dog in her arms and said to the three dogs, “Let me introduce you to Number Four. She’s your little sister now so you have to be nice to her. No bullying allowed! Otherwise I’ll bully you!”
The three dogs all wagged their tails happily at Beata.
Yael looked at Beata in surprise before a smile crept onto his face.
Beata spent the whole night thinking about a name for her new pet. It was her first time having the naming rights for a small animal, and she wanted to give it a beautiful name. However, no matter how much she thought about it, Beata kept coming back to Yael’s dogs – Number One, Number Two, and
Number Three. Since Beata was planning on keeping her dog at Yael’s place, she decided to follow their hierarchy and choose a name accordingly.
After much consideration, Beata finally made up her mind and named her new pet “Number Four”. She didn’t think about its gender last night but now felt guilty that she had given such an unisex name to such a pretty little girl.
Yael walked over and sat down on the couch next to Beata. “So you’ve decided on Number Four?” he asked.
Beata nodded in agreement saying, “Yes I have! What’s wrong with that? Don’t you like it?”
To be sure, when he chose their names, he did not care whether it was pleasant or not, but that did not mean that he could ignore Beata’s feelings.
Yael hesitated for a moment before replying, “It’s not that I don’t like it… but maybe you don’t need to follow their names.”
Beata furrowed her brow at this comment, “Yael! Are you being sexist? If this were a boy dog, would you agree with me then?”
Yael rubbed his nose without responding because he knew if this were actually a male dog, then he might have agreed with Beata.
But that wasn’t the point right now; after all, this wasn’t even close to being male!
“I don’t care what anyone thinks!” exclaimed Beata haughtily. “I love this name so much! You can’t change my mind!”
Yael smiled slightly before conceding defeat, “Alright then… it’s your choice.”
Beaming with happiness from winning another argument against him, Beata added, “You better help me take care of Number Four though! I’ll be checking every day so if you slack off, I won’t be happy!”
As always, Yael complied obediently as Beata left feeling satisfied knowing everything was going according to plan.
“Okay,” Yael agreed readily, and Beata became even happier.
It was at this moment that Beata’s stomach growled.
She blushed instantly, staring wide-eyed at Yael, completely flustered.
Yael asked, “What do you want to eat? Should we go out or have someone deliver it?”
With a red face, Beata asked, “Yael, can you cook?”
Yael replied, “I’m okay.”
He couldn’t eat out every meal since he lived alone. He didn’t think his cooking was bad but he wasn’t sure if Beata would like it.
Beata said casually, “Since you can cook, why go out to eat? Just make something for me. Plus I want to play with them and don’t feel like going out.”
Yael nodded and stood up heading towards the kitchen.
Beata also stood up holding Number Four in her arms while being followed by the three other dogs.
They all walked together with Yael towards the refrigerator.
Yael opened the fridge asking,”What do you want to eat?”
Looking inside at all of the ingredients stocked up in there, she confirmed that Yael should be able to cook well enough for her taste buds’ satisfaction.
A person who couldn’t cook wouldn’t have their fridge filled with food items like this after all!
Thinking about it, she said, “I had rice for lunch so I’d like spaghetti tonight. Cook whatever ingredients are available. I’m not picky.”
Upon hearing this statement from Beata, Yael looked meaningfully at her as if trying to understand something more about what she meant by not being picky when it came down to food choices.
For someone who only ate what they liked and refused anything they didn’t enjoy eating, this statement seemed absurd coming from Beata’s mouth!
Of course, she wouldn’t touch anything she disliked but if there was something she enjoyed eating yet cooked poorly, she still wouldn’t touch it either!
If she were in a good mood, then maybe nothing would happen, but if one caught her on a bad day, the person cooking might end up regretting ever stepping into the kitchen!
Now here was Beata telling Yael that she wasn’t picky when it came down to food choices.
This made Yael realize that perhaps there might be more than met the eye between him and Beata.
Because of his realization, Yael said, “Alright, I’ll take care of dinner. You go play.”
Beata nodded obediently before taking herself along with all four dogs back over towards where they were sitting on couch earlier.
The sound of clanging pots and pans echoed from the kitchen. Beata was no chef, so she rarely ventured into that room unless absolutely necessary. But now, as she fed the dogs some jerky, she couldn’t help but wonder what Yael was cooking up for her to eat.
Beata was in a battle between her stomach and her mind, wondering if she should take a stroll to the kitchen when the doorbell rang. This surprised Beata, as she wondered who could be visiting Yael.
Her first thought was that it might be another woman, but then she remembered that Yael had mentioned he didn’t have a girlfriend. So, she dismissed that idea.
But now Beata was curious about who could be at the door.
While Beata was still lost in thought, Yael came out of the kitchen and opened the door. She couldn’t hear what they were saying but soon saw Yael come back with a bag in his hand and walk towards her.
He opened the bag and said, “I got you some dessert to eat before dinner.”
Yael didn’t have any snacks at home except for regular meals so when he heard Beata’s stomach growling earlier, he ordered some cake for her.
Beata hadn’t expected it to be delivery food. She just assumed since Yael was cooking, there wouldn’t be any need for delivery food. But now with this cake sitting right in front of her eyes, she couldn’t help but feel grateful towards him.
She looked up at him sweetly and said, “Thank you, Yael.”
Beata’s smile lit up her face making it hard for anyone not to like her including Yael who felt like melting under such an innocent gaze from this beautiful girl.
Yael suppressed his thoughts and told Beata, “Eat just enough to fill your stomach before dinner.”
It wasn’t because he wanted to feed Beata his own cooking or anything; rather because he believed snacks shouldn’t replace proper meals. He didn’t want Beata stuffing herself with cake instead of eating proper food later on during dinner time
Beata obediently nodded, saying, “I’ll only eat two bites.”
Yael chuckled softly hearing those familiar words again while continuing with his cooking without bothering how many bites would satisfy Beata’s hunger pangs.
As Beata ate two spoonfuls of cake on one side, the three big dogs drooled beside her, waiting eagerly for their turn while lying lazily on sofa next to her.
After finishing two bites of cake herself, Beata put down the plate holding remaining slice onto coffee table next to sofa where the puppy was sleeping peacefully without being disturbed. Then she carried the tray containing rest of dessert and went into kitchen looking for Yael.
When reaching Yael’s side, Beata scooped one spoonful from tray, offering it near Yael’s mouth and urging him, “Yael, you also try couple spoons”
Yael tilted his head and took a bite of cake from Beata’s hand. She then fed him another bite.
“Wait ten more minutes, then we’ll eat,” Yael said.
Beata nodded and led the way out of the kitchen with the three dogs in tow. Once they were seated on the floor, she scooped a spoonful of cake and offered it to Number One. “Here you go.”
Next was Number Two’s turn. “Your turn,” she said as she fed him a spoonful.
Finally, Beata scooped up one last spoonful for Number Three. “Open wide!”
And just like that, all the cake was gone ??thanks to Number Three who had devoured what was left after everyone else had their two bites each.
Beata had planned for each dog to have two bites but ran out before they could finish. So Number
Three got lucky and became the winner of this doggy treat lottery.
Yael couldn’t help but shake his head at this situation ??he felt like he was being treated like a dog too!
He realized how ridiculous it was to compare himself with dogs over something so trivial.
