Cravings

"Mrs. Hill, your dinner," Nancy the housekeeper announced, knocking lightly on Nara's bedroom door.

Nara stirred sluggishly from her bed. "What is it?" she mumbled, her voice thick with drowsiness.

"It's a perfectly cooked filet mignon accompanied by creamy mashed potatoes, grilled asparagus, and a side salad. To top it off, a fine bottle of red wine. Just the way you like it," Nancy replied.

Nara considered for a moment before shaking her head.

"That sounds delicious, but get me a peanut butter and pickle sandwich with a side of gourmet potato chips and chili vanilla ice cream instead," Nara replied, voicing her weird cravings.

"Chili vanilla ice cream?" Nancy asked with a frown, not sure she heard right.

Nara sighed, swinging her legs out of bed and walking over to the door. She opened it, revealing a confused Nancy on the other side.

"I said, tell the chef to make me a peanut butter and pickle sandwich with a side of gourmet potato chips and chili vanilla ice cream. That's what I want for dinner," Nara repeated.

"Alright, as you wish," Nancy answered, rolling the cart containing the tray of food away.

"Wait!" Nara called out before Nancy could leave. "I'll take the wine." She plucked the bottle and wine glass from the cart. "A little sip wouldn't hurt."

******

Nathan arrived home tired from the long day he had. The board meeting still lingered on his mind.

As he stepped into the foyer, he was greeted by Nancy, who wore a puzzled expression.

"Is everything alright, Nancy?" Nathan inquired, noticing her furrowed brow.

Nancy hesitated before replying, "Well, sir, Mrs. Hill requested a rather... unusual dinner tonight. A peanut butter and pickle sandwich with a side of gourmet potato chips and chili vanilla ice cream."

Nathan's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "That's certainly unexpected. Is she feeling alright?"

Nancy shrugged slightly. "I'm not sure, sir. She seemed adamant about her choice."

Nathan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Well, I'll take the dinner up to her. Maybe she just needs a moment."

With a tray in hand, Nathan made his way upstairs to Nara's bedroom, knocking gently on the door.

The door swung open, revealing Nara standing on the other side. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight of him, and before Nathan could react, she moved to slam the door shut.

Instinctively, Nathan stuck his foot out, blocking the door from closing completely. "Nara, wait!"

Nara froze, her hand still clutching the door handle, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and anxiety.

"We need to talk," Nathan continued, his voice gentle yet firm. "And I brought your dinner."

Reluctantly, Nara released her grip on the door, allowing Nathan to enter the room. She stepped back, her expression guarded as she watched him carefully.

Nathan placed the tray of food on the bedside table, his eyes never leaving Nara's.

"Are you alright?" Nathan asked softly.

"I'm just fine, thank you," Nara replied coldly. "What do you want?" she asked curtly, her tone sharp and defensive.

Nathan took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation ahead. "I wanted to let you know that we'll be moving into the family estate in a couple of days. Louis thinks it's a good idea, and I agree."

Nara's eyes narrowed at his words, her expression unreadable. She said nothing, her silence hanging heavy in the air between them.

"If you don't want to move in, then it's fine. I'll..."

"Since you're the head of the house, does that make me the lady of the house?" Nara interrupted with a question that confused Nathan.

"What?"

"You heard me. Am I the lady of the house?" Nara repeated.

"Lady of the house? Ah... I... I guess," Nathan stuttered, unsure how to answer Nara's question and trying not to upset her further.

"I guess isn't an answer. Confirm that I'm the lady of the house, and I might just consider moving into the estate with you."

Nathan chuckled dryly, but then found a way to turn the situation to his advantage.

"You do know if we move into the estate, then we would share the same bedroom, right? No separate rooms. Do you still want to be the lady of the house?" Nathan asked with a smirk.

"Am I?"

"Yes. As my wife, That makes you the lady of the house," Nathan answered with a smile.

Nara's heart fluttered a bit, but she ignored it as she tried to calm herself.

"Fine. I'll think about it. Now, get out," Nara demanded, pointing towards the door.