Jack
I could smell the distrust on her as I drove her back home. I knew how much she hated being drunk and she would be mortified that others saw her out of control. Mia was a sucker for control. I didn’t want her to regret going out with us because we were going to invite her again to another party soon.
We weren’t going to stop inviting her to party till she got comfortable with us. That wasn’t going to happen if she got embarrassed for being drunk and hated herself for going out with us.
I drove her home instead of her company apartment. I got her to her bedroom without letting our parents see us. I didn’t want to explain why she was home when they weren’t expecting her. I didn’t think that she wanted to explain that as well.
I got her to her bedroom and smiled as I glanced at her. “I will be back soon so do whatever you want to do before then.”
She arched her eyebrows at me in her normal obtuse manner. “Whatever I want to do like what?”
I shrugged. “Anything you want to do. Maybe like undress, I’m sure you still have some clothes of yours at home. You might want to throw up as well. Do all that before I come back.”
She snorted. “I don’t intend to throw up. Don’t remind me of the horrible taste in my mouth.”
I sneered at her. “Why do you like to drink since you are a bad drinker?” I was puzzled at her crazy behavior.
She groaned and raised her hands up in a silencing manner. “Please stop talking. My head is banging.” She said and shifted into the bed, tucking herself in.
I sighed. She was a mess. She didn’t know how to drink and yet, she wouldn’t stop drinking. She was funny in a way. We had made plans for her before inviting her to the party. If only she had joined us when we had asked her to. She would have had fun without having to drink herself to stupor but as usual, she was stubborn and would rather kill herself than sit voluntary with us.
“I will soon be back.”
I moved out of her bedroom and moved to the kitchen. I barely went there but I had no doubt that they would have some ingredients I could make use of there.
That I didn’t stay in the kitchen didn’t mean that I had no idea of how to cook. I knew Mia thought that I was only a flirt and a womanizing bad werewolf but it would surprise her to know that I was an excellent cook.
I smiled as I checked through the ingredients in the kitchen and found what I was looking for. I had enough to cook the soup I wanted to make for Mia. I couldn’t ask the cook to make that for me as she would ask questions and I wasn’t in the mood to answer any.
The staff knew that I didn’t get drunk ever and no one knew that Mia was around. Asking a cook to make the soup was as good as broadcasting to everyone in the house that Mia was drunk, even if I didn’t tell them of who the soup was for.
They weren’t stupid. It wouldn’t take them to be a genius to calculate the math. They were only two humans in the house asides the staff. Vanessa hardly drank and even if she did, dad was going to be the one to ask the staff to make soup for her. If I was the one asking, there was only one human I could be making that request for.
Some of the staff in our house were human beings and there were days they got themselves drunk and I have heard the head chef comment on something about making hangover soups for them so they would be able to work the next day.
I knew Mia wasn’t going to work tomorrow but I didn’t want her to look like she had guzzled a full barrel of alcohol when she woke up. She was already complaining of headache.
Her mother was a delicate being and asides the poor woman being shocked to see her daughter unexpectedly, she would be dismayed to see her struggling with an hangover.
I had never cooked the soup for anyone before but I knew the recipe. I hoped that I got it right and was able to impress her.
I was about to get to work on the ingredients when my phone rang. I brought it out and flicked the receive button.
“Brother.” I sighed into the phone, hoping he would make it snappy.
I wanted to be done with the soup before she drifted off to sleep. I had never taken the soup before because I never got drunk and had an hangover but I had overheard the kitchen staff saying that it worked wonders.
I hoped that it worked like that this time as well for Mia.
“How is she?” John’s voice boomed over the phone, filled with concern.
“We are home. She says she has an hangover so I’m trying to make soup for her.”
John sighed. “She shouldn’t have drank so much.”
“What I just told her.” I sighed.
“Okay. Don’t let me keep you waiting. Don’t forget the drugs as well.”
“The drugs?”
John laughed. “Yes, the drugs. She is human, silly, and not like us. She doesn’t heal on her own and needs medications.”
I was glad that John had called or I would have felt like a dunce if she had to ask of that after I thought I had everything covered. He was always the one attentive to details.
I used my superhuman speed to cut all the ingredients and while the stew was steaming on fire, I went to the staff quarters and walked silently to the rooms of the humans, glad that they didn’t have super sensitive ears to hear me as I snooped around their rooms.
It would be awkward trying to explain what I was doing in their rooms.
I got a pack of aspirin and jumped out of the room as fast as I could, careful to avoid giving myself away in my excitement. I looked around before walking out of the quarters, glad that no one had seen me.
The soup was almost done and I smiled, proud of myself for a job well done. I served the soup, got water and placed everything on a tray when I was done.
I breathed in relief when I got to her bedroom and saw that she was still awake. She had only changed her clothes.
“Mia, get up.” I called out to her.
“What?” She groaned as she sat up in bed.
Her eyes widened as she saw the bowl of soup in my hands, with the steam rising deliciously from it.
“Is that soup? You didn’t have to disturb the cooks.”
I noticed that she was feeling guilty and hurried to her side, dropping the tray by her side.
“You don’t have to feel bad. I didn’t wake the cook up. I made this myself so drink up and get better.”
Her eyes widened in surprise and she looked at me in disbelief. She glanced at me and then back at the soup. “Really?”
I shrugged and smiled at her. “It’s hard to believe but I can cook.”
She grinned. “It smells nice.”
“I bet it tastes nice too.” I picked the spoon and handed it to her. “Drink.”
“Thank you.” She smiled at me and my heart almost stopped.
Slaving away in the kitchen trying to cook the soup was worth it.