Twenty-One. Eat

*Hale Sokolov*

I set up the plates, serving out the food. I was able to make steaks, baked potatoes, and lemon grilled asparagus.

I served the food, getting all of us water.

I sat down at the head of the table and she was running down the stairs with her wet hair and a giant shirt on.

I pointed to her seat and she kissed my cheek, sitting.

I smiled as she immediately began eating.

"Hungry?" I asked as she forked three asparagus things in her mouth, cheeks already stuffed with potato.

She nodded.

I laughed, cutting my steak and eating it, entertained by the heathen eating beside me.

"Don't choke." Lore walked down the stairs in only sweats and she looked up at him, her eyes moving over his tattooed torso.

She chewed, finally swallowing the food in her mouth.

I laughed, regardless of how we took care of her issue it always seemed to come back easily.

Good. We need a girl with stamina.

She took a break from eating as she watched him sit across from her.

In Russian:

"The way she looks at you. You got her riled up again." I smirked.

He smiled.

"I think we're gonna have a hard time keeping up." He quirked a brow to me.

"As long as she can keep taking it."

English-

She didn't use the knife as she ripped the steak apart with her hands.

"I gave you a knife, love." I said.

She looked at me.

"You don't know how to cut it?" I asked.

"Drop it." Lore said about her holding the steak and I grabbed her plate, cutting it for her.

I gave her the plate back and she had a soft smile on her lips as she ate it normally.

But complete silence occurred while we watched her stuff her face.

I don't think I've ever felt so rewarded cooking a meal for someone.

She finished before us, sipping water afterward like she didn't destroy her meal.

"Good?" I asked.

She nodded. "Thank you." Her face was blushed.

"Come here." I patted my lap and she scooted out, standing and sitting on my lap, facing Lore. I gently rubbed her back as I ate.

In Russian:

"What do we do with her?"

"She can stay in her room if she likes. We can take her to her house after work tomorrow."

"We have clothes for her but not proper undergarments."

"She can go fine without a bra and we have plenty of socks and underwear we bought for her."

"What if she wears a white shirt?" I asked.

"Then grab her tits in front of guests I'm sure she wouldn't mind. So fucking sexy." He shook his head.

I smirked at the confused expression she wore.

I took my last bite before handing her my fork and offering the rest of my food.

I could make something later.

She took it, eating happily.

I gently let my now free hand move under her shirt and over her stomach as she paused.

English-

"No, I'm bloated." She touched my hand over the shirt, I could place that she was self conscious.

"You're perfect. Eat." I said, rubbing her stomach gently and she slowed her eating pace.

"I'm full."

"No you're not. Eat the food I give you, Eleanora. It's good for you." I stated firmly and she slumped.

I loved her body. I loved her stomach. So soft.

Her torso was long, I could tell she was self conscious when she sat and slouched as her arms came and covered her stomach.

I hated that she covered what was so natural and beautiful.

Lore was watching her, seeing her better than I could.

Russian-

"She's getting emotional."

"What's she doing?"

"Looking down. Hard time swallowing. She's gonna cry."

English-

I gently took the fork from her. Grabbing her water and lifting it to her mouth.

"Chew and swallow. Don't choke." I said knowing her throat was probably closing up on her.

She drank the water, her lips softly trembling as she did so.

Immediately I brought her head under my chin and held her.

"You're okay, sweetheart." Lore reached and grabbed her hand.

"No I'm not." She sighed.

I felt my heart ache, Lore's face softened and he kissed her knuckles.

"What's the matter, love?" I asked.

"I feel like I'm gaining weight. I'm eating more. I just feel bigger." She told us.

"You're eating normal. We make sure of it. You being able to go hours without meals will no longer be a thing. You'll be eating. Desserts. Meals. Especially back home when our mom cooks. No man will let you leave the table hungry." Lore reached, cupping under her chin.

She sniffled.

"It won't change anything. It's normal to feel that way. We do sometimes. We have days we just don't feel right or we feel we aren't making the right choices with our bodies. It's okay. It's normal."

"You work out like everyday."

"And it still doesn't feel like enough sometimes, Nora. But to you we look good hm?" Lore asked.

She nodded.

"What do you see when you see us?"

"Giants. Tall, big. Strong."

"But we don't see that. What do you see in yourself?"

She didn't respond.

"He asked you a question." I mumbled.

"I know I'm pretty. But I feel big. I look bigger than I'm used to. Fuller. More cellulite. More fat." She sighed.

"And we don't see that. You're fucking perfect." He said.

"Beautiful." I added.

"Curvy."

"Such a pretty girl you are, love." I sighed.

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"Are you insecure or just nervous we will all of a sudden not like you?" I asked.

"Both."

"Well the first is fine but the second is out of the question. Besides you need the food, we're gonna fuck the calories right out of you sweetheart, you're gonna need to handle the workout." Lore said and I heard her breathing accelerate.

I laughed.

I wiped her tears.

"It's okay to feel this way though. And if you ever need any reassurance or love, we will always give it to you." I kissed her hair.

She kissed my cheek, kissing Lore's hand that held her own.

"Please, eat." I handed her the fork back and she did so.

We sat at the table as she ate, made sure she had at least three glasses of water before bed to keep her hydrated.

Then we laid beside her in her bed until she fell peacefully asleep. Exactly as she asked.