"Arthur, I don't want it!" You shouted this to your English boyfriend who was trying to get you to lick the spoon seeing as he was making some holiday cookies.
"But love, you always want to lick the spoon." Arthur looked at you with a puzzling look trying to figure out what was wrong with you. You two have been going out going on for three years and he could always tell if something was bothering you and something was defiantly bothering you.
"Well, I just don't want to anymore, it's childish." You said with a slight huff as your inner self was beating you up. In reality you really did want to lick the spoon, it was something you've always did. If you baked he licked the spoon and vice versa it was just a silly thing you two did.
There was a nagging in your mind especially after what happened yesterday. You saw Arthur hug one of his old friends and you got extremely worried.
Worried because of the thought of Arthur leaving you.
To some it may sound extreme to think of something like that when your boyfriend hugs an old friend, but she was gorgeous.
She was thin and tiny; beautiful and compared to you, you didn't stand a chance. You were plump and chunky with no flat toned stomach but with little rolls and flab. If given the choice somehow your mind seemed to think Arthur would go for his thin beautiful friend instead of you.
"(Name), (Name), snap out of it love!" Your head snapped up to see Arthur's face filled with worry and his bushy eyebrows knitted together. His hands were cupping your cheeks as his thumb stroked your cheek.
"Gosh, sorry Arthur I was just thinking." You felt him plant a kiss on your forehead and grab your hand gently leading you to the love seat in the living room where he sat down on the soft cushions and pulled you on top of his lap latching his arms around your soft waist.
"Arthur, let me go, I'm way to heavy to be on your lap." You started to wiggle and struggled only to go nowhere seeing as he had an iron grip on you. You sighed and gave up leaning against him slightly.
"Please tell me what's wrong (Name), I know something's bothering you now spill." He said this into your ear sending chills down your spine.
"Nothing's wrong Arthur, I promise." You turned slightly in his lap and flashed him a small smile.
"Rubbish, something's wrong love I know you (Name), you always lick the spoon, it's a tradition now tell me what's really wrong." he nuzzled your neck lightly and placed a kiss on your chin.
You bit your lip and sighed. You couldn't lie to Arthur and besides if you did the guilt would eat you away.
"I-it's because of yesterday." You said quietly looking away from his gaze.
"When my friend came over?" You nodded slightly still locking your gaze on the floor.
"I-i got jealous and worried after you two hugged." You now looked completely away from Arthur not wanting to look at his expression.
"Why in the world were you worried and jealous love?" You felt his arms slide up your sides making a small moan escape your lips at the sensation.
"B-because she was gorgeous, I was worried you'd find her more attractive and leave me for her because she seems better for you than I do." You finished your confession as you tried to get off of his lap quickly feeling tears go down your cheeks. He pulled you back into his lap making him face you as he brushed the tears away.
"Now (Name), why in the world would you think of such a silly thing like that?" Arthur whispered quietly to you.
"B-beca-ause it's t-true." You continued to cry as he continued to wipe the tears away whispering sweet words to you.
"Love, that will never be true, you're beautiful; actually beyond beautiful." You looked up at him with wide (eye color) orbs and gave him a puzzled look.
"(Name), I love you for the way you are I wouldn't change a single thing about you love, you're perfect just the way you are."
"Arthur, do you mean that?" Your tears stopped as you looked up at the smiling English man you nodded and kissed the top of your nose lightly.
"Of course I do love,I love you no matter what." You smiled up at him and kissed his lips gently.
"I love you too Arthur."
"Now, about that spoon.." He trailed off and smiled down at you.
"I wanna lick it!" He grinned at you as he grabbed your hand and lead you back into the kitchen where the yummy dough waited, but the sweet dough couldn't compare to the hunk that was known as your English boyfriend.