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jmreyes9 · 1 year

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PC-Natalie (not Wood, my favorite actress, who I first saw in West Side Story, when I was in high school in PuC (Phil. Union College) in the Philippines. I just hope no faculty member of PUC Academy will read this because we were not allowed to see movies in movie theater (I saw the movie in Odeon theater in Manila) when we were PUC students...lol)--I hope I won't be retroactively disqualified from graduating in high school because of this misdemeanor!...hehe) my waitress at Patti's

BREAKFAST AT PATTI'S (NOT TIFFANY'S) SUNRISE CAFE

By Jesse Reyes

In 1961, the movie “Breakfast at Tiffany’s,” an American romantic comedy film starring Audrey Hepburn and George Peppard was released. It is supposedly loosely based on the novella of the same name by Truman Capote. Hepburn portrays Holly Golightly, a naïve, eccentric café society girl, and is considered by many to be her most memorable and identifiable role. Hepburn considered it as one of her most challenging roles, because being an introvert she was required to play the role of an extrovert. It has been speculated that Holly Golightly is a call girl, which has caused some controversy.

On November 27, 2015, I braved the cold to have my second annual breakfast at Patti’s Sunrise Cafe in Burr Ridge, IL, not too far from my home. My wife, Beth, decided to stay home because of the cold weather.

So as I drove to my intended destination, I couldn’t help but marvel at the beautiful artwork that Old Man Winter (I wonder why winter is considered an old man…lol) had created—the snow-laden branches of the leafless trees and the snow accumulations on the evergreen conifers that made them appear like outdoor Christmas trees and the sheets and blankets of this “celestial confetti” called snow in people's yards and in the open spaces. I even stopped a couple of times to take some pictures of the lovely winter scenes.

The waitress at Patti’s Sunrise Cafe seated me on a table for one. I remembered the words of the song “Dear Heart” popularized by Andy Williams, “…A single room, a table for one, It’s a lonesome town all right.” I ordered a cup of coffee and told my waitress (actually she wasn’t mine—I should rather say, the waitress serving me…lol) I knew what to order when she asked me what I desired.

It was my usual egg whites only omelette that had broccoli, tomatoes, onions in it, two slices of toast whole wheat bread and sliced tomatoes with green onions and fruit—pineapple, blackberry, watermelon, cantaloupe and honeydew. I had the waiter serving me take my picture with the food in front of me, for which she received a hefty tip from me…lol and I also took a picture of my food.

The guy sitting to my left was also alone like me. When he saw me taking pictures, he made a comment about the food cooperating with me and that started our conversation, which was mostly about golf, he being an avid golfer. He gave me some tips on how I could improve my game (as if my game needs improvement…lol.) As he left, we shook hands and I told him my name, and he told me his name was Ron.

Being satisfied with my healthy diet which was, by the way, delectable. I took a couple of pictures of the snowy scenes seen through the glass windows of the cafe. I made sure I did not use any flash, so people would not think I was taking their picture.

Even though it was bitterly cold today, I thought myself fortunate and blessed to be alive and able to enjoy life after retirement. Of course, I gave thanks to God who gives me everything that I now have and own.

Written on 12/3/15 in Chicago, IL. sent to Edna Cyberlink 1/2/21. Posted in FB in 2020. Posted in my blog 11/290/22.

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organicfennel · 2 years

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Here's what I ate June 12, 2022:

I ate a lot of food today, but I also worked out to help burn off all of that excess!

Breakfast. Same as it has been all week; coffee with unsweetened vanilla almond milk, and waffle with peanut butter powder on top. I also bought a cantaloupe at the grocery store yesterday so I ate half a cup this morning with my breakfast.

Lunch. Same meal I've been having all week, spicy hot V8 warmed up, but minus the light sour cream today. I also ate it with a slice of cheesy everything bagel seasoned toast.

Dinner. I just ate a cookies and cream protein shake, but I snacked a lot around this time as well. Since I didn't specifically sit down and eat these snacks with my shake, I did not count them for dinner.

Snacks. I ate these throughout the day, but mostly in the evening around 5/6ish. I ate a cup of cantaloupe, a cup of sliced cucumbers with everything bagel seasoning, a fiber one bar, and a tablespoon of peanut butter powder turned into smooth peanut butter by adding water. Today I baked my boyfriend cinnamon rolls, because he's been feeling a bit down. I promised myself I wouldn't eat one.....but clearly I did. I was so regretful of the calories, I went and walked 4 miles. In addition to the miles I walked today at work, I was able to create a deficit large enough to compensate for the extra food I ate.

For anyone wondering how I track my exercise, I have a fitness watch that I use in tandem with the Google fit app. If I'm running or walking, I always use both to ensure the stepcount/distance/time is correct. My watch is a cheapie little one I paid like $30 for on Amazon, so it's not perfect. I like to double check for accuracy so that I'm not accidentally overestimating calories burned. I also like to do pilates and other things, I can't track those with Google fit unfortunately or my watch, so I don't log those workouts unless it made me very physically tired, not just in the moment, but for the whole day, and even then I log as little as possible, again not to accidentally overestimate calories burned.

Does anyone own an actual Fitbit or decent fitness watch? Is it working out well for you?

#anamia #weight loss #dieting #minors do not interact #tw unhealthy eating habits #unhealthy diet #ana food diary #no minors allowed #ana diary #skinny #thin #i wanna be skinny

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mickey-henry · 3 years

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Hey love,

Can you do something with roommate! Bucky surprising you on your birthday and making it special? 🥺💞

hi sky!! this is SO PRECIOUS!! 🥺 I combined this lovely idea with the request for @mostly-marvel-musings for a birthday with bucky so here it is! (also I couldn't wait for headcanon wednesday; I got too excited!) 💖

𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

you weren’t expecting much for your birthday this year. all of your family is too far away and none of your friends were available to hang out. at this rate, you were planning on just cuddling up on the couch with a pizza and your favorite bottle of wine.

however, your roommate bucky believed you deserved all of the hype, so he got to work on planning a special celebration for the two of you.

you groggily shuffle to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face.

you open the bedroom door, surprised by the smells wafting your way. bucky's making breakfast?

you reach the kitchen and finally remember what today is: your birthday.

party decorations are haphazardly set up; he tried his best, but he does not have an eye for interior design

the banner is lopsided, the streamers look a little silly, the balloons are chaotically placed around

the table is set neatly with a matching set of plates, cups, napkins, and cutlery that match your apartment’s aesthetic

his lack of taste is why your shared apartment is covered with succulents, cacti, and your paintings.

it seems that bucky had a secret plan in the works. you wonder how he hid all of this from you; this boy tells you everything.

he tried his best and it warms your heart. this definitely isn’t helping with your secret feelings you’ve been harboring for him since you met.

you turn to the kitchen table to see a wonderful spread of breakfast potatoes, scrambled eggs, delicately placed slices of honeydew and cantaloupe, and pancakes with blueberry smiley faces baked in the middle.

bucky is frantically working in the kitchen wearing only boxers and an apron that says “kiss da cook”

it looks like he’s trying to bake you a cake and is failing miserably; he’s made a mess of his face, his apron, and the kitchen

dishes lay everywhere and somehow flour is on the cabinets? you don’t know how he managed that. bucky’s cat, alpine, is enjoying watching bucky’s crazed state from the top of the refrigerator

“whatcha doin’ there, buckaroo?” you ask as you approach him.

“good mornin’ dove! i’m sorry about the mess, I thought i’d be done before you woke up and clearly I was wrong. whoever said that baking isn’t rocket science is a fucking liar because how the hell did I mess up such a simple recipe?! it has like eight steps—”

“i’m sure it’s going to be wonderful, bucky. I can’t believe you did all of this for me?”

“of course I did, my best girl deserves the world,” he answers sheepishly, running his hand through his messy hair.

his pet names make you fall harder each time he says one. being in love with your handsome roommate is getting exhausting.

“come and eat! I can finish this cake after we eat,” he insists as he pulls a chair out for you. he serves you a plate of food and pours you a cup of coffee before you can insist otherwise.

your coffee is made just the way you like it. your heart flutters—you’ve never told him how you take it, so he must’ve paid attention when you made it in front of him

you take a bite of the pancakes and stifle a moan, “holy shit bucky, this is so good.”

after you eat three plates of food (you couldn’t resist his smile when he offered you more), he runs to grab your present

the wrapping is a bit chaotic, but it gets the job done

he made a handcrafted card out of your craft supplies you leave all around the compartment

he knows how much you love succulents and cacti so he tried to paint them in watercolor

they look more like green blobs but its still the prettiest artwork you’ve ever seen because it’s from the boy you love with all your heart

the message inside makes your heart race

my dove, happy birthday! I hope this is the best one yet. I know you wanted to do more this year, but when we’re done with today, you won’t be missing anyone. I’m so glad that we met and I love living with you. you’re my best friend and I couldn’t imagine my life without you. you’re the best! -your buckaroo

a tear trickles down your cheek as you thank him

he looks at you with eager eyes as you unwrap his gift

it’s a scrapbook filled to the brim with pictures of the two of you, ticket stubs, and mementos from your adventures together

“I knew that these would be important to hold onto,” he murmurs, running a nervous hand behind his head and through his hair.

“bucky, this is so wonderful and special. thank you,” you whisper.

“I wanted it to be special because you’re special,” he says. he takes a deep breath before continuing, “there’s something i’ve been meaning to tell you, dove. you mean the world to me, as you know from what I just gave you, and I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t tell you how I feel. I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment we met and it gets harder to hide it everyday.”

you just stare at him silently, completely shocked.

after an agonizing minute passes, you finally mutter, “you’ve liked me this whole time?”

“uh, yeah, I have.”

you scoff. he looks hurt.

“no, wait! i’m not laughing at you. bucky, i’ve felt the same way this whole time.”

“you have?!”

“yes!!”

“we’re idiots.”

“yeah we are, but you’re my idiot, buckaroo.”

he finally kisses you, so sweetly and passionately. it’s everything you ever dreamed of and the best gift you could’ve asked for.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes reader insert #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fic #thefanbasewhore #mostly-marvel-musings #mickey henry's headcanons

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impulsiveintestine · 3 years

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9/4

Drinks: mixed part of a body armor with mostly water, water, half mango Arizona half water,

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Cajun filet biscuit from bojangles (terrible idea, I had straight up fluid diarrhea coming out of my ass not 15 minutes later) - 570

Plain bojangles biscuit - 310

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A few slices of cantaloupe

A singular almond butter pretzel bite

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My best friends boyfriend made shrimp scampi - 5 shrimp, some noods, asparagus, blistered cherry tomatoes whatever else he involved in that

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She took a little nap after and immediately after she woke up, her boyfriend was asking her something and she just did not register at all what he was talking about. All groggy and fresh out of her nap and completely ignoring him she just said “I want ice cream!” and it was so funny and cute I loved it. We were going to go get frozen yogurt but it was closed, so we then went to Whole Foods. I got lemon sorbet and 2 lemon (which were supposed to be pistachio but I actually am glad he accidentally gave me lemon) macarons. I only took a few bites of the sorbet because it was super lemony (but in the best way).

I didn’t get any exercise today. Menstruation was at full force and I was snuggled up on my bff’s couch. It was a good day after about 3:00pm. She always makes me feel so welcomed and loved and safe

#me #tw ed #tw eating disorder #eating disorder thoughts #calories

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draconicmatriarch · 3 years

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“This is awfully generous of you, Shahin, to invite me to lunch. I assume you wanted to negotiate some sort of trade agreement.” Kia sat in the chair reserved for her, and Shahin sat in his overly decorated and bejeweled seat, while his servants watched them, as they always did.

“Talk of politics all the time is so drab. I brought you here today to show you the splendor of my kingdom.” So it was a flex, Kia lamented inwardly. A servant sat down a gilded platter in front of them.

“I know you’re just a country bumpkin, Kia, so let me explain it to you. This is Prosciutto e Melone. Cantaloupe has been removed from the rind and wrapped with the finest, mostly thinly sliced cured ham for the perfect balance of sweet and salt--” Shahin stopped his speech as he heard her chew. “Did you just scarf all the prosciutto down without eating the melon?!

“It was pretty good. Got any more?” Now all the pieces of orange flesh were naked of their protein wrapping.

“You’re supposed to eat them together, you slovenly animal! That’s the point!”

#:Kia and Shahin interactions:#((Kia will eat your meat))

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sentientencyclopedia · 4 years

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Snapshots

I don’t usually post fics on here, but carpe diem and all that. This piece is for the @b99fandomevents Summer 2020 Fic Exchange. This drabble is based on requests by @sandylovesfandoms for the Peraltiago honeymoon after Holt left and waterslides/waterparks.

Jake got one whiff of the drink and wrinkled his nose. But Amy was looking at him eagerly, so he gave her a weak smile and brought the glass to his lips. For love he told himself, before chugging the orange mush.

“Bleeeurgh.” He turned around and spit it back into his cup. “That is disgusting.” He kept the glass under the table, knowing that it grossed Amy out whenever he regurgitated food. And if she actually liked this toxic sludge of a smoothie, well, he wasn’t going to deprive her of her bliss.

“It’s not that bad.” Amy looked perfectly happy as she sipped the orange drink. Jake had to admit it matched her sundress and the ribbon in her straw hat perfectly. “I think the papaya and cantaloupe perfectly balance each other out, and the coconut cream gives it a smooth texture.”

“It is disgusting.” He pulled out his phone. “But it matches your dress. Smile!”

“It’s delicious, and more importantly, it’s good for you.” Amy grinned and he snapped the pic. Oh yeah, this was definitely going into the honeymoon scrapbook. He had a sneaking suspicion Amy had planned the aesthetic, but whatever. “It’s full of antioxidants and important minerals.”

“No wonder it tastes so bad.” He grimaced.

“You can’t live on sugar and alcohol, Jake.” He took another picture as she rolled her eyes, fork dangling from her fingertips. It wasn’t scrapbook material, but it was cute.

“It’s our honeymoon. It’s supposed to be magical. We can do whatever we want.” He stole a mango slice from her plate and got up to walk back to the smoothie bar. “Two virgin pina coladas, please.”

“There’s pineapple juice at the buffet.” The bartender stared at him.

“I know. Don’t forget the little umbrellas, please and thank you!” He gave the man a beaming smile and leaned against the counter.

The man was apparently used to unreasonable requests from vacationing tourists, because he tossed a few pineapple chunks and a cup of coconut milk into the blender, set it to spin and wordlessly poured the mixture out into cocktail glasses. With little umbrellas. “Thank you!” Jake took the drinks back to their table triumphantly, pausing to grab a few of the brightly colored straws at the buffet table.

“This is also fruity and coconutty and best of all, it doesn’t taste like the mutagen that made the Ninja Turtles.” He set the drinks on the table and placed two straws in his mouth, long sides sticking out.

“Does this make me look more like a vampire or a walrus?” He asked, pointing.

“Gee, it depends. Which one has purple teeth, again?” She gave Jake a teasing smile and took a picture of him making funny faces at the camera.

“Say what you want, Ames, but this is going to make drink consumption a lot more effective.” He stuck the bottom of one straw in each glass and drank from both at the same time. “Ta-da!”

“That’s good. According to my itinerary, we have five more minutes for breakfast if we want to make it to the next event on time.”

“You’re so organized, babe.” Jake grinned at her as she showed him the binder. “How did you manage to get all these sheets laminated?”

“I convinced the people in the printing center to let me use their office laminator.” Amy’s expression mirrored his, though her smile was tinged with pride. “I figured they needed to have one on site for all the signs and menus and stuff, of course.”

“Of course. Hey, what’s this blue marker for?” He reached for the sticker only to have Amy swat his hand away.

“That’s a surprise.”

“Like a Holly Genero costume kind of surprise or an open ice cream bar kind of surprise?”

“It’s better than an ice cream bar.”

“Hate to break it to you, Ames, but there are few things better than an open ice cream bar. Especially the kind with unlimited toppings.” It turned out that when Captain Holt had extended their stay, he’d also tacked on a few perks as a sort of extended apology.

One of those perks had been access to an open ice cream bar, with unlimited toppings. Jake and Amy had spent a solid hour building and eating the Biggest Behemoth Sundae in The History of The World.

At least, that’s what they’d captioned it when they sent a picture of the monstrosity to their friends back home. It had been a towering mass seven different flavors, coated in liberal amounts of sprinkles and candy with a cookie base. It had been delicious.

Remembering that inspired Jake with new ideas. “Do you think they’ll give me ice cream for breakfast if I asked?”

“Well, they probably would, but we had ice cream last night. Don’t you want to see what I’ve got planned for today?”

“Depends. What have you got planned?”

“So, I rescheduled the sensual feeding workshop because both of us agreed that we wanted to re-do that without Holt watching.”

“I still don’t think I can make eye contact with him ever again after what happened with the avocado.”

“Oh, yeah.” They shared a moment of silence for Jake’s dignity. “But this is our chance to make new, better memories.”

“I’ll drink to that.” He took a long sip of the pineapple juice.

“Then we’ve got a couples’ ballroom class.”

“Fancy.”

“I thought it would be a nice throwback to that case we worked.”

“The one where you were in the shiny mermaid dress?”

“Precisely. In case we ever need to go undercover like that again, I thought it would be good if we actually knew how to dance. Plus,” She gave him an arch look. “I really want to see you in that waistcoat again.”

“The what-now?”

“You know, that vest-thing you wore over your button-down when you were dressed as Dewey? I watched a lot of historical documentaries as a kid and I was really into the whole men-in-fitted-waistcoats look.” She smirked. “You weren’t the only one who got an eyeful at that dance competition.”

“I’ll file that away for future consideration.” Jake whispered, imagination running wild.

“Then we have a lunch, then beach time, then just one thing before dinner.”

“The surprise, you mean.”

“Mhm. Now hurry up and finish eating. Don’t want to be late for our second impressions.”

“Ay-ay, Captain.”

They had a great time at each of the different workshops and events, but Jake couldn’t stop thinking about the blue marker. He was itching to know what it meant, what the surprise would be.

Jake Peralta was many things. Patient was rarely one of them.

So he was practically twitching with excitement by the time the blue-marker event rolled around. They were in swimsuits, so it had to be something to do with water. He hoped it wasn’t water-aerobics.

Amy grinned as she pulled Jake through the archway. “Surprise!”

“Oh. My. God.” Jake’s eyes lit up as he took in the glorious sight in front of him. “Is that a waterslide?” The pool area was practically empty, inhabited only by two lifeguards and a few straggling swimmers. But there, framed in the orange glow of the setting sun, was a very long, very twisty waterslide.

“Surprise!” Amy said again, throwing her arms out. “I made sure to pick the time where we would be mostly uninterrupted. All the families are probably at the live band sing-along thing, and all the adults without children are probably at the beach luau. Which is totally capitalist cultural appropriation, and not even geographically accurate, so I thought it would be fine if we skipped it.”

“Good idea. Where did you even find this?” Jake didn’t think he’d ever stop smiling.

“It was in the resort brochure, Jake.” Amy was rolling her eyes, but not in the tired, I’m-disappointed-by-your-immaturity way. She was rolling her eyes in the I’m-trying-to-be-cool-but-also-fishing-for-compliments way.

Jake was good at compliments. “God, I love that you read the resort brochures. That you plan itineraries with all sorts of weird fun stuff like sensual food arranging classes and cool fun stuff like waterslides. I really want to kiss you right now.”

Amy put her arms around him and they kissed. It was a quick, happy one. Both of them were so excited that it was mostly teeth. “Ooh. Can we do that couple-y thing where one of us sits on the other person’s lap and we go down together?” Jake asked.

“Yes!”

“Is it weird that I just wished Charles’ was here to take a picture of us on our way down?”

“Weirdly enough, I had the same thought.”

“We’re definitely too used to him being around.”

“Yeah.” They both went quiet for a second, thinking about it.

“Waterslide time!” Amy decided to break the silence. They held hands and very safely walked over to the ladder.

#b99fandomevents #b99 summer 2020 fic exchange #peraltiago #jake peralta #amy santiago #b99 #fanfiction #fic #drabbles #fluff

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mcarfield · 6 years

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5 times Andrew and James were totally platonic boyfriends (and the first time they weren’t)

(#1) (#2) (#3)

A bunch of things happen once they all reconvene in New York. Or perhaps it’s more accurate to say that a bunch of things shift and converge once they’re in New York, things that are hard to disentangle from each other.

Among them is that Andrew hurls himself as deep into Prior as he can go; he tries to become the part even more intensely, and that means he starts trying to consciously experience queerness as authentically as he can, not from watching episodes of RuPaul or taking fashion tips and drag tips from his queer friends, but from plumbing the deepest and most hidden parts of himself in order to seek out the parts that don’t conform to normative gender and sexual and social expectations. He’d done that to some extent in London, though it had mostly manifested in painting his fingernails and re-examining his drink choices and doing lots of Pride events, but he’s thought about it a lot over the break and he wants to go deeper, thinks that he can go deeper. And he’s not sure what that means, but he’s had a few moments of experimentation during the break, exploring bodies and being explored, and it hasn’t really yielded a lot of conclusions, but it’s been nice, not scary, just nice.

And he’s been thinking, a lot, about the way it felt to kiss James out on Marianne’s patio — not just because it’s a part of all of this, but because it’s James, and because things between him and James are shifting as well.

By mutual unspoken assent, and also because Marianne keeps praising them whenever they pile it on, when they resume playing Prior and Louis they, well, pile on the physical affection. They touch more, they kiss more, they keep working in more ways to be physically affectionate onstage. And because they spend such a long time apart the moments they do spend together start to feel more urgent and charged with intimacy.

On Broadway, everything is much, much more intense, everything feels bigger, larger and realer and higher-stakes, more politically charged, just, more. That makes Andrew’s feelings for the whole cast more intense, on a level. The addition of Lee throws a whole new dynamic into the mix; he’s far more compatible with James’s Louis than Russell was, and Andrew is immediately and drastically aware that the two of them get along extremely well.

And that shouldn’t be surprising, because it takes work to fail to get along with James McArdle, but it makes Andrew hyper-aware that James’s dynamic with him isn’t like his dynamic with anyone else. He and James don’t joke much, unless they’re mocking their infinitely mockable characters; they both tend to focus on the work, and on each other on a practical level — has the other one been getting enough sleep, have they eaten today, are they emotionally holding everything together — the important things to ensure their partnership is functional. James is always playful and facetious with everyone else; with Andrew, however, he tends towards serious, sincere. They do flirt, but increasingly it’s a bit of an afterthought.

Instead, they cling to one another. It starts the first day back, when they’re all sitting in a circle listening to Marianne talk about production changes, Andrew holding hands with Nate and James, James holding hands with Andrew and Denise. Or at least, it starts out that way, but somewhere along the way it becomes Andrew leaning into James with his head on James’s shoulder and James’s arms tucked around him.

And without anyone talking about it, exactly, that becomes the default for the rest of the production — James taking his hand at odd moments, or squeezing Andrew’s arm when they’re backstage and hurrying between scene changes, Andrew seeking James out for a long embrace or dropping by his dressing room to massage his shoulders before places — the two of them reaching for each other whenever they can.

It’s not flirtatious, is the thing, it’s not coy or really even conscious. It’s just a thing they do now; they touch each other, they hold each other, they take every opportunity to just... give one another physical touches as though they can send strength back and forth to each other through their fingertips.

It’s an entirely new emotional and physical part of his life that he has no words for, can’t really articulate, and wouldn’t part with for anything, so he just lets it happen. He hopes that James understands that it’s about love and gratitude and admiration for him, and about wanting to take care of James in whatever way he can; he’s not sure what it’s about for James, because it’s so out of character for James to interact this way with anyone. But James is all softness and fond smiles these days where Andrew is concerned, and Andrew will take it, he’ll take it all.

When the production opens on Broadway and everything goes into full swing, the exhaustion, combined with the constant red-carpet and press appearances that greet them in New York, is nearly overwhelming. A day after Andrew all but passes out one night in James’s dressing room, James slips a key into his hand.

“What's this?”

“You're always struggling to get back and forth from your place to the theatre and back again on nights we have to be out til arse o’clock in the morning,” James says. “Just stop over at my apartment instead, it's right down the block, and maybe you can get in a couple more hours of sleep coming and going.”

“This is your key,” Andrew says blankly.

James rolls his eyes. “They have these things called copies.”

“Thank you,” Andrew says sincerely.

“Just get some sleep,” James says, ruffling Andrew's hair.

Andrew takes him up on it the very next night, stumbling from the theatre to James’ apartment and collapsing on James’ couch. He's woken up by James entering an hour or two later and nudging him awake, saying, “God, I didn't mean you had to sleep on the couch, come on.” He drags him into the bedroom, where his king bed takes up most of the room.

“Honestly I figured you'd sleep on a roll-out mattress on the floor,” Andrew says, ending on a giant yawn.

“I never stint on sleep,” James says, turning back the covers on the right side of the bed and pushing Andrew gently down to the bed. Andrew gingerly curls in on the far side, and James tugs the topsheet over his shoulders and goes into the bathroom. Andrew means to thank him when he comes out, but the next thing he knows, it's morning, and he's awaking slowly from the best sleep he's had in ages, gradually adjusting to the sound of the shower running and the smell of coffee coming from the kitchen. He turns his head into the pillow and clings to it just as James materializes long enough to say, “Hey, yeah, go back to sleep.”

Andrew mumbles something incoherent into James's pillow that he hopes translates to “I'm never leaving this bed, I plan to sleep forever.” Somewhere above him James huffs out a laugh and then disappears. The next time Andrew awakes, it's to an alarm clock James has set next to the bed. He's left him ninety minutes before call time, plenty of time to get showered and dressed and raid James's fridge before strolling into the Neil Simon early for once. James is already there, which is unheard of for him, and he beams at Andrew’s fresh face and bright eyes, smug as anything.

“You look well-rested,” he says. “Practically perky.”

“And you look entirely too self-satisfied for someone who slept with me and didn’t make me come once.”

“You look like it was the best sleep you’ve ever had,” James grins. “I’ll take that over a shag any day.”

Andrew laughs. “A lesser man might challenge your priorities,” he says, looping his arms around James’s neck. “But I’m too grateful to care.”

“Good,” James says, resting his hands lightly on Andrew’s waist before giving in and pulling him into a firmer embrace. “I’m being selfish, too. I can’t get through this mess if my partner’s half-dead from exhaustion.”

“Yes, that’s you,” Andrew says, snuggling against his shoulder. “Entirely selfish. No care for anyone else at all.”

A few days into this new arrangement, Andrew caves and goes shopping and stocks James’s fridge with real food. The next morning, James slips from bed and goes through his morning routine while Andrew is still clinging to sleep, which is the new normal — except then he goes to open the fridge and lets out a yelp.

Andrew cracks one eye open blearily and peers into the kitchen, where James is staring inside the refrigerator blankly.

“Someone broke in and filled the icebox with food,” James says.

“A burglar who wants you to eat proper nutrients,” Andrew mumbles.

“But I had protein shakes,” James says.

“Protein shakes can’t be all you're eating,” Andrew calls. “Your fridge was nothing but protein shakes and days-old takeout, it was begging for a makeover.” He can hear James rustling around.

“These are eggs.” James still sounds baffled. “And strawberries. And cantaloupe? Some sort of melon. What am I supposed to do with eggs and cantaloupe?”

“Make us breakfast,” Andrew yawns, and the next time he opens his eyes, James is sliding a breakfast tray gingerly across the expansive king bed.

“You didn’t have to make me breakfast in bed,” Andrew says, unable to keep the grin off his face. James shrugs and joins him, curling up against the headboard, legs crossed. He takes one of the glasses of orange juice from the tray and offers Andrew a pristine red strawberry as Andrew sits up and takes stock.

“We are very Bert and Ernie right now,” Andrew says, taking the strawberry from James’s fingers.

“Meaning we don’t exist below the waist?” James smirks.

“Meaning we — ooh, you made toast, I love toast.”

“God, you’re easy to impress.”

“You say that like I get people making me toast all the time,” Andrew says, and James turns pink and stuffs his mouth with a toast slice instead of answering, and after they finish breakfast Andrew volunteers to clean up and wash dishes while James showers, and then it’s Andrew’s turn. And James is usually eager to get out of his apartment before going to the theatre, but today he settles on the couch and watches Cartoon Network while eating strawberries out of the carton, which means he ends up waiting for Andrew, and they walk over to the Neil Simon together, and it’s nice.

The next night Andrew returns to his own apartment, partly because he doesn’t want to crowd James and partly because he wants to get a few changes of clothes so he’ll have them the next time he’s at James’s place, and he intends to stay there, really, but he can’t seem to shut his eyes once he hits the pillow. After nearly an hour of tossing and turning and missing James’s shallow breathing from the opposite side of the bed, he gives in and texts him: You awake?

James replies within a few seconds: Just come over, you silly twit.

So Andrew does, and by the time he gets across town, makes it inside, toes off his shoes, and wriggles into his pajamas, he’s completely exhausted. James is half-asleep and slanted sideways across the bed, but he doesn’t move when Andrew eventually flops down next to him; instead he just stirs and drapes one corner of the bedsheet over Andrew and goes right back to sleep. Andrew is asleep within minutes.

When he awakes the next morning, it’s to the steady rising and falling of James’s breathing beneath him. Somewhere in the night, he’s drifted towards James, and wound up tucked against his chest, using him like a pillow, one arm slung across James’s stomach. James has shifted fully onto his back and he has one arm draped loosely around Andrew’s shoulders. His t-shirt’s ridden halfway up his stomach, and Andrew’s fingers are splayed there, just below his belly button.

It’s really nice, Andrew thinks, half-hazy still from sleep and addicted to the delicious warmth emanating from James’s body. They’ve held each other like this hundreds of times onstage, and this is no different, but it’s nice. He’s still processing it all, barely coherent, when James stirs beneath him. He can sense from the sudden halt in James’s breathing the moment he fully wakes up and registers Andrew’s head on his chest — followed by the moment immediately afterwards when he relaxes and slips his fingers gently through Andrew’s hair.

“You awake?” James murmurs.

Andrew hums noncommittally and turns his head into James’s chest. “Sorry,” he says, not sorry. “I’ll move.”

“No, stay,” James says, but he stretches as he says it, body arching up involuntarily into Andrew’s arms. Andrew leans up and presses a light kiss against James’s shoulder before moving away. He misses James’s reaction because he burrows back into his own side of the bed, but a moment later James runs his hand over Andrew’s back, not quite a caress, before slipping away.

Sometime during the next night, it’s James who’s tucked against Andrew’s back, one arm wrapped around Andrew’s waist, his leg nudging its way between Andrew’s. Andrew wakes an instant before James, who comes to with a start and mutters a groggy, “Fuck,” before Andrew solves his crisis by rolling over on top of him and going back to sleep the way he was the day before, head ensconced firmly on top of James’s broad chest. In the morning, he comes awake slowly to the feel of James still beneath him, lightly scratching his back, coaxing Andrew to wake up enough to shift away on his own before he slowly disentangles himself, presses a kiss against the back of Andrew’s neck, and leaves Andrew in bed.

The next night is a two-day show, and they’re both so exhausted when they get home that they don’t even bother with the pretense of starting out on opposite sides of the bed: James faceplants more or less in the center of the giant mattress, and Andrew collapses right next to him. In the morning, they’re wrapped up in one another, James’s arms around Andrew and Andrew curled into him, forehead brushing his on the pillow they’ve somehow wound up sharing. And — and they’re both hard, he realizes, with something more like wonder than panic.

It’s just morning wood, nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that hasn’t happened before, but now they’re touching, and he can feel James’s hard-on against him, and it’s such a new sensation that he almost takes a moment to enjoy the novelty of it before he finally, slowly, pulls away, excruciatingly careful not to wake James.

It’s just morning wood, he reminds himself as he’s showering. It doesn’t count, it’s not real.

“You woke up before me,” James greets him when he steps out of the shower. “That’s a first.”

Andrew shrugs as James shucks off his shirt and grabs a towel before heading into the bathroom himself. “I guess I’m finally making up my sleep deficit,” is all he can offer, because he’s suddenly newly aware of how almost-naked James is, how very bare his chest is and how close Andrew’s been to it all week. He’s also newly aware that James definitely exists below the waist, that they both exist below the waist, and it’s suddenly dawning on him that perhaps this sleeping arrangement they’ve developed isn’t exactly the usual kind of roommate situation. Maybe roommates are supposed to be more bothered than he is when they wake up to their roommate and bed partner sprouting an erection against their thigh. Maybe it’s strange that he isn’t more weirded out. And thinking about this is starting to make him feel weirded out that he’s not weirded out, which is weirding him out on the original level.

“Hey,” James says, voice gone wry, and Andrew realizes he’s been standing numbly in the doorway of the bathroom, blocking James’s path.

“Oh, sorry,” he says, inanely, but James just laughs softly.

“I take it back, you’re not awake yet,” he says, and he reaches up to ruffle Andrew’s hair.

And it’s because Andrew is standing there being weirded out that he reacts the way he does — he flinches away, like a complete asshole, like James is somehow making him uncomfortable, and he hates himself as soon as he does, because that’s not what’s happening, it’s not James’s fault, he just...

But James jolts and takes a step back, clearly startled for a moment, before an odd, unreadable look sweeps over his face. He rolls his eyes at Andrew and swats at his arm instead, and there’s something about it that makes Andrew’s gut twist.

“Go back to sleep, mate,” he says, stepping past Andrew into the shower.

But Andrew is suddenly wide awake.

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tayyabafoodrecipes-blog · 4 years

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Homemade Creamy Fruit Salad Recipe Near Me

Homemade Creamy Fruit Salad Recipe

Creamy fruit salad recipe is a combination of different fruits. In the summer season, we have a variety of multiple fruits available in the market. And we can experiment with different types of fruit salads these days. But Creamy fruit salad is the extreme choice of everybody when we think about salads. Actually Cream fruit salad recipe is the vital sweet dish recipe after lunch/dinner. In Asian countries, people mostly like to eat desserts and Fruit salads after a day or night meal. Fruit salads are highly appreciated due to its taste but another added advantage of this recipe can not be ignored, "Fruit salads have a lot of health benefits". Such as, fruit salad helps out in the digestion process. Particularly in the summer season, we are dehydrated, we need vitamins, minerals so we can absorb these nutrients by eating fruit salads and restore energy. Moreover, it is another blessing of Allah that in the summer season we have mostly fruits which contains huge amount of liquid content like Melon, Watermelon, Grapes, Peach, Mango and we can add up all these pulpy fruits in Fruit salads. Friends today I am going to share the secrets of this recipe which makes it someone special. I'll tell you how you can make Restaurant style creamy fruit salad recipe at home. You can enjoy it after any meals and its a great dessert for your guests. This is entirely a unique, healthy and also a delicious recipe. Another beauty of this recipe is that you can use fruits according to your choice and quantity. whatever you want to add, do it with confidence. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g6r31AWTB1s&t=8s

Prep Total Servings 5 min 5 min 3-4

Ingredients

You can also use Fruits according to your taste & quantity 1 Cup Pear 1 Cup Banana 1 Cup Mangoes 1 Cup Cantaloupe 250 grams Mix Fruits Tin 200 grams Olpers Cream ½ Cup Mayonnaise 1 tablespoon Sugar ( Optional ) ½ teaspoon Black Pepper ½ teaspoon Salt

Directions

1. The first step is to make the small slices of all these fruits in a cube shape.

2. Take a bowl and add cream and Mayonnaise in it and then blend it with an Eggbeater.

3. After shaking well add Sugar, salt and also Black pepper in it. 4. Then Add All the Fruits (Banana, Mangoes, Cantaloupe, Pears) one by one in the mixture. You can also use fruits according to your own choice.

5. After adding the Fruits in the Creamy mixture, mix it properly so that the creamy mixture properly penetrates in the Fruits.

6. Finally, Your "creamy Fruit salad" is ready. Garnish it & Dish out.

TIPS

Always use Fresh Fruits to get a perfect fruit salad recipe. Sugar is an optional one. you can skip it if you don't want to add (Especially for diabetic patients). Cream and Mayonnaise need to be blend properly with a beater to avoid bubbles in the mixture. Try to use Cold and Fresh cream because it enhances the taste and texture. In short, Creamy fruit salad is an amazing dessert and you can make it easily at home. So Kindly Do try this at your home and keep sharing your experience with us by sharing your comments in the comments box. Read the full article

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lilyharvord · 7 years

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All the Little Horses Part 7

Week 20

You've got a heavyweight in your belly at 20 weeks pregnant (well, in baby terms, anyway). Your little champ weighs about 10 ounces and has a height, crown to rump, of about six and a half inches. Think small cantaloupe (and probably as sweet too). While your baby is definitely getting bigger, there's still plenty of growing room in there, which allows them to twist and turn (and allows you to feel those acrobatics!). You may find, a few ambivalent or anxious feelings you're even ambivalent about admitting (Me a mom? There must be some mistake!). Don't worry — and hang on. At some point in pregnancy (and usually once that pregnancy becomes a very visible reality) just about every expectant mother (and father!) begins to feel anxiety and fear as though she's on a runaway train — with enormous changes coming round the bend

I stood in the kitchen, cutting up an apple for breakfast, focusing intently on the crisp sound of the knife cutting through the fresh fruit. I’d gone to the store the other day, and had spent ninety percent of the time trying to convince Cal that we didn’t need half of the things he grabbed, and the other ten percent trying to control my desire to grab random things to make concoctions. Eating natural sugar was supposed to control my craving for other types according to my mother, but I still ended up eating ice cream at eleven at night only to groan in annoyance after a few spoonfuls and put it back. After a few minutes though, I would have the carton back out and a spoon in hand. Cal always found this little routine funny, but he constantly joined in, and told me that anything in moderation was fine. Besides, he’d tease, I was constantly walking and doing all the work outs that Ada had specified for me. At least those made me feel a little better about the massive weight that was sitting between my hips.

Cal chose that moment to leave the bedroom. He hummed to himself while he fixed his cuff links and pinned them together. I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he came up behind me and pressed a light kiss on my cheek. I chuckled softly, and set the knife down, before stepping around him to grab the bottle of ketchup I had left on the counter. He glanced at it suspiciously before saying, “You put that on your apples and I swear to God, I will break off our engagement.”

Smiling wickedly at him, I uncapped the bottle and dumped it on my apples. Cal looked appalled when I lifted one of the apples slices up and bit into it then, ketchup and all. I swallowed and then sticking my tongue out at him, I said, “Go ahead, break up with me.”

Turning away he grumbled something and I smiled as I leaned my lower back against the counter and finished my apple slice. I swallowed, and revealed in how good it felt to keep food down, even if it was the most disgusting combination the world had yet to see. As I went to grab another slice, my stomach did a rapid turn, and my hand flew to my belly, which had swollen to twice its size over the past month. Cal hadn’t noticed my movement yet, and I felt the baby turn again, and place a soft kick into my hip. I smiled to myself, and ran my hand along the spot where I had felt the movement, ignoring the pains in my skin from its growth.

Cal turned around from pouring his coffee and the minute he saw my hand, his eyes dropped to my stomach and he asked, “She moving again?”

“He is moving like an Olympic gymnast, maybe we should think about enrolling him in gymnastics.” I replied with a mischievous smile. Our baby certainly seemed up to the task. It had been tossing in my stomach for days now, kicking and making its presence known, mostly in the middle of the night when I was sleeping. And just like my mother had promised, sleep was getting harder to find. I had started pressing myself up against Cal’s back so that he could feel our child’s acrobatics, but also because I liked the support now.

Just as everyone had promised me, the first few weeks of my second trimester had been fantastic, I had felt amazing, but now, everything was starting to catch up with me. My new weight now felt like a hundred pounds when it was really only ten, my ankles were swollen, and my legs felt like they might seize up at any second. Other than those though, I felt like I was actually glowing. The baby wasn’t too much of a pain yet, and I could still enjoy it, but that was going to change very soon, and I knew that.

Cal stepped toward me and setting his mug on the counter next to me, he leaned down and cupped the back of my neck to pull me in for a kiss. I smiled around the touch and whispered, “Are you going to get off work early today?”

“Most likely, why?” He replied as he set his hand on my stomach and baby kicked out against his hand, making him smile. I set my hand on top of his and grinning up at him, I whispered, “Because I want to start looking at paint for the nursery, and what we might want to do for cribs and all that. My mom told me at lunch yesterday that we better start planning now, cause it’ll be here before we know it.”

Cal seemed to glow with happiness, before pressing a kiss to my forehead and whispering, “I’ll be home by six, and I’ll bring take out. Do you want Chinese again?”

I made a face and pulled away, shaking my head. He laughed and grabbed his coffee from behind me. “Alright, I call you and ask what you want when the time comes.”

With that he grabbed his jacket and was walking out the door. I smiled and waved at him, admiring how sure he seemed about this whole thing. Where I was stumbling around, trying to balance reading baby books, and blogs about pregnancy, he seemed to just have a natural affinity for the whole topic. It made me that much more settled though. Heaven forbid if he was in a panic about this whole thing. I didn’t need to see the mess that would come out of the two of us both panicking about this.

(///)

A couple hours later in the day, I had decided that Gisa was probably more prepared for being a mother than I was, and I was having my baby in less than five months. She had insisted on me coming with her to look at canvases and paints for the painting she was going to do for the baby’s nursery.

Walking ahead of me, her arms laden with art supplies, she called over her shoulder, “Maybe you guys should do like a jungle theme? I could come in and paint trees and animals all over the room.”

Laughing at how invested she was in a room that hadn't even been decided on, I said, “I’ll add it to the list of ideas.”

She turned down another aisle, and I followed dutifully, my eyes taking in the glittering paint and colored paper. Gisa simply turned and dumped everything in the cart I had and then said, “See, I need to know what you guys are doing ahead of time so I can finish the painting.”

Shaking my head I picked up a particularly loud shade of yellow and looked it over before putting it back and sighing. My sister was in front of me in seconds her eyes observant as she asked, “Everything okay?”

I simply moved her to the side and and grabbed another bottle of paint to look at. My sister would not be ignored though. She grabbed something off the shelf and then sticking her face back in mine she asked in a sing song voice, “Oh Mare, what are you thinking?”

I laughed at the hideous ceramic mask she was holding up to her face. She had probably seen it on the shelf and had grabbed after it to go along with her silly voice. Rolling my eyes at her as she danced around my back to my other side, I teased, “You’re weird, you know that?”

She set the mask down and then stuck her tongue out before replying, “Oh please, and you aren't?”

“No, I just hide it better than you.” I laughed as I put the paint back and turned to look at the other side of the aisle. Gisa didn’t let my tone fool her though. My charades had never been good enough to get past my astute little sister. She stepped up next to me again and then asked softly, “What’s on your mind?”

I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye for a moment, but she was busy looking down at the paintbrushes that were for sale. Surely I could tell my little sister what was bothering me? Gisa had a wisdom beyond her years, she had been gifted that from a young age it seemed. I sighed softly again, wishing I had that kind of insight, before whispering, “have you ever thought your were so ill prepared for something that you were going to ruin everything?”

She raised a perfectly kept brow at my question before looking at me with a worried expression. “Mare, I dont think you’re going to be a bad mother. I think you’re going to be a great one actually.”

“As nice as it sounds coming from you, that’s not how I feel. I mean honestly Gisa, I’ve never really liked kids, you know that.” I said quickly as I started to walk along the shelves, looking at all the items there. Gisa trailed after me, like a little ray of sunshine that was slowly being covered with clouds. “But its different when it’s your kid, I see the way you get when no one’s looking. You’re always smiling down at your stomach and whispering to it. You love your baby already Mare, dont you?”

“Of course I do,” I admitted softly, and then shaking my head I continued, “But it’s not about loving it. I just... what if I can’t handle it? How the hell do you raise another human being without actually knowing what you’re doing half the time?”

Gisa shrugged and then said, “Do you honestly think mom and dad knew what they were doing half the time with us. I mean come on, they raised the five of us, and we didn’t turn out too bad.”

I chuckled, and then gave her a tiny smile as I said, “No, I guess we didn't.”

“And come on, your parenting books that you keep reading? Don’t deny that you read them, I’ve seen you. They have to at least say something about the fact that parenting is faking it till you make it ninety percent of the time.” She said with a roll of her eyes before grabbing our cart and pushing it along side me. She titled her head to the side as she leaned against the handle of the cart and reassured, “Besides, you’re not going to be perfect as a parent, no one is, but your baby’s going to love you no matter how many times you mess up.”

“Maybe you should write a parenting book.” I replied with a laugh as I slipped my arm through hers and walked next to her. Her words had certainly been reassuring. Maybe I had been going about this all wrong, maybe I should be focused less on the future and what might come, and more one what was going on right now. After all, if my baby kept growing as fast as it was, I was going to miss everything while I was busy worrying about it. Gisa shrugged at my comment, pulling me out of my thoughts, and then flicking her fiery hair over her shoulder, she said, “It’ll look into writing a series of self help books after I’m done become a major fashion designer.”

(///////)

I sank into the couch with my mug of hot chocolate, and then snuggled into Cal’s side, tucking my feet underneath me while I leaned my head on his shoulder. He was busy scrolling through a color catalogue and picking colors while I ate his leftover pasta. I sipped at my drink and then jumping to attention, I pointed to a gorgeous shade of baby blue and annouced, “That one, I want that one.”

“You can’t just pick shades of blue, Mare.” Cal replied with an annoyed huff, as he wrote down the name of the color anyway. I grinned at the fact that I was getting my way, and pressing a kiss to his cheek, I whispered, “Well, it’s a boy, so…”

“Why do you want a boy so badly?” Cal whispered, as if it were a joke, but underneath his teasing tone, I heard a hint of pain. Twisting my neck to glance up at him, I asked, “What’s wrong, why are you getting so defensive?”

“I’m not getting defensive.” He argued, but I could still hear it in his tone. Turning myself completely to face him side on, I replied, “Yes, you are, what’s going on Cal, talk to me.”

He slammed the computer closed before putting in on the table and standing up. My back straightened immediately and mug ace heated as he shouted, “I just don’t want a son, there’s nothing else to it!”

Gripping my mug tighter in my hands, I hissed, “No there is, or you wouldn’t be acting like this.”

His hands closed into fists at his side, before he threw his arms up and shouted, “You want to know why, fine. I don’t want a son, because I’m terrified that I’m going to be exactly like my father with him.”

I sat in stunned silence, confusion written all over my features. He sat down heavily next to me, and buried his head in his hands as he mummbled, “I just want my kid to be happy, to know that no matter what choices they make, I love them, and that it’s okay for them to not agree with me. But I’m so worried, because everyday I feel like I’m becoming more and more like my father.”

I set my mug down quietly on the table. Slowly I scooted closer to him, and wrapped my arms around his middle before setting my head on his shoulder. “Cal, why didn’t you tell me you felt this way?”

“You were worrying enough as it was, and I... and I figured this feeling would pass eventually.” He whispered as he slowly tried to pull away. I held him tighter though, and whispered, “You know, Gisa told me something really profound today.”

He snorted and then murmured, “She does that on a daily basis I feel like.”

“She’s wise beyond her years, thats for sure,” I replied, my lips pulling up in a solemn smile before I continued, “She told me that we’re not going to be perfect parents, no one can be, but no matter what happens, our baby will love us, and we will love it.”

Turning his head slightly to look at me, he said, “I doubt our kid will love me if I tell him how to live every aspect of his life.”

I set my chin on his shoulder and smiling I replied, “No one likes being told what to do, but I think we do what we think is right for the kid. It’ll be our job to take care of this baby and to help it so that it doesn't go through the same hardships that we went through.”

He turned his head slightly to press his forehead against my own as he whispered, “What would I ever do without you?”

“Probably nothing.” I replied with a light laugh. Inside of me, the baby somersaulted again, and I smiled even wider as I buried myself in Cal’s arms.

#all the little horses #modern au #red queen #glass sword #kings cage #marecal #i love them #and this things is now so much bigger than I thought #the eternal ship #atlh

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5 Healthy Fruits That Make Great Dog Treats

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Dogs love eating our food, and we all know it. However, not all human food can be shared with our furry friends. Some can be dangerous and toxic, while others can even be fatal.

Luckily for our canine pals, there are plenty of fruits and veggies that are safe and healthy to share with our dogs. Today, we’re giving you an insight into the healthiest fruits you can share with your dog and serve as a treat! Let’s get started!

5 Healthy Fruits That Make Great Dog Treats

1. Bananas

Bananas might be the best fruit for dogs, not only because of their nutritional value but also because they can be used for plenty of homemade recipes that you can quickly make for your dog.

This amazing fruit is full with Potassium, Magnesium, Copper, and a lot of vitamins that your dog needs. If you decide to feed your pup some bananas, always go for ripe ones and make sure to remove the peel and slice it into bite-sized chunks.

2. Cantaloupe

Cantaloupes (or melons) are perfect summer fruits that refresh us after just a couple of bites. It’s no wonder they manage to keep us cool because they are mostly made of water.

Luckily, your dog can have some cantaloupe, too! This fruit will make an extraordinary treat during hot, summer days and will additionally help to hydrate your dog.

Not only that, but eating a bit of cantaloupe will bring your pup plenty of health benefits as well. Potassium contained in cantaloupes will keep your pup’s heart strong, and magnesium will make sure his muscles are fit.

3. Blueberries

You may have noticed a lot of high-quality dry dog foods contain blueberries. There’s a good reason behind this: blueberries are not only amazingly delicious, but they are also rich in antioxidants, vitamins C and K, fiber, and they’re low in sugar.

This great combination of nutritional traits will help prevent heart disease, obesity, as well as memory loss and urinary tract infections. Blueberries help in fighting inflammation in the body and boost the entire immune system.

Share blueberries raw and fresh with your dog and watch him enjoy those tiny blasts of healthy deliciousness.

4. Oranges

Oranges are great! It’s impossible to imagine so many months without this fresh, juicy fruit. And, apparently, your dog can also enjoy some oranges, too!

But, although they are very healthy, oranges shouldn’t be overfed to dogs because they contain slightly higher levels of sugar. This means that you should always pay attention to how much you share with your dog, and your dog will be able to get all its benefits.

These citrus fruits contain plenty of minerals that will take care of your pup’s brain and heart health.

5. Cranberries

Cranberries are known to be very healthy for people with diabetes, liver problems, or urinary tract infections. But we’re not the only ones that can benefit from this delicious berry. Dogs can have it, too!

Thanks to its numerous healthy compounds, cranberries can help fight urinary tract and bladder infections, soothe pain, and help with stomach ulcers.

These super berries also help in maintaining your dog’s oral hygiene in peak and improve a canine’s overall immune system.

Editor’s note: if you have any questions about what to feed your dog, always contact your veterinarian for advice.

Which of these fruits does your dog love? Tell us about it in a comment below, or join the conversation in The Everyday Dog Mom Collective, a private Facebook group for dog moms!

About the Author:

Kristina is the editor of Barking Royalty, the website where you can find plenty of useful and reliable information about canines. She has always been a dog person and had dogs since her early childhood. Kristina is constantly researching and learning about the ways to make dogs healthier and happier. She and her Havanese, Paco, are inseparable pals and enjoy spending time outdoors.

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