Me,myself and my pride (wakey wakey eggs and bakey) -Part 1-

He knew his pride would see her. The very act of bringing another woman into the house would stir her and bring her down the steps. He smiled knowingly, confidently proud of what he had brought home to his pride. He watched the bacon sizzle on the skillet. He liked this new girl, liked her a lot. He liked her so much that he had picked her up after working a four am shift, just to cook her breakfast. He started cracking eggs, maybe it was her cute little way of talking, maybe it was the way she smiled shy. Maybe he was just getting lonely again, he didn’t know what made him like her so much but he knew his pride had to meet her. With that thought he turned from the stove to face her, he watched her, her eyes day dreaming. She sat politely at the table. He smiled a laugh before speaking.

“What’s wrong space cadet? Putting you to sleep?” she inhaled sharply, as if she had just been thrown back into air, as if she had just been tossed back into her body. “No, no I was just watching.”

“Watching?”

“Watching chef Steven and the sunshine Kitchen.” She beamed. The grin that had started on his face was paused as he heard footsteps above him. His pride was awake, and moving around the second floor of his home. His eyes watched the ceiling tracing her steps until she could be seen coming down the stairs. He smiled politely at his guest, sitting at the kitchen table, and returned his attention to the eggs. He prepared to confront his pride.

“Oh! Well, what do my eyes see? You cooking?” Steven heard laughed behind him. The tone was mocking, confrontational, and at the same time it was genuine surprise. His pride continued “Well Steven, this must be a special occasion. In who’s honor?” Steven turned to see his pride examining his guest who sat silent, politely eating her food.

“How’s the bacon?” he asked his guest intentionally ignoring his prides bohemian movements of examination.

“Oh, its good, fantastic. I just don’t want to pig out in front of you.” She said with a shy laugh, and a little embarrassment. His pride laughed mockingly as she threw her arms around his guest who continued to eat her food uninterrupted.

“Isn’t she just the cutest?” she said with a pinch of the girls cheek. “Really Steven, who says that kinda stuff? Don’t believe her.”

“Teasing me, huh?” Steven said looking directly at his guest. He smiled his best smile for his pride, who still hung over his guest. His pride smiled back defiantly her chin resting on the girls shoulder.
“No. I mean it. I love it, I just know I will get hungry again later on an this is all I’ll have to eat for today.” He nodded as he turned his eyes back to his pride who had started walking around the house opening blinds.

“Oh! Looks to be a lovely, lovely day today.” She sang out trying to drown out his guest.

“I don’t mean to rush…” Steven’s guest started. She stammered looking around the floor for words. He let silence coax her into speaking. He busied himself cleaning the kitchen. His pride gasped in excitement and quickly returned to the table taking a seat. She moved her chair next to Steven’s guest. His pride glared hard at the girl mouth waiting for the rest of the words to come out, waiting, as if she could see them coming out of her lips before the girl spoke them.