JackxCarly Ficlet Eleven
Title: Cheesecake
Word Count: 671
Carly hadn't realized it was possible to feel so miserable when technically she wasn't even sick. Sure, she thought she'd be fine being by herself during the Pro League season. But if she'd known that she'd have to be by herself during the hottest part of summer while 8 ½ months pregnant, she might have reconsidered.
Her head hurt. So did her back and legs and feet. A lot of the time she had heartburn. She had to constantly make trips to the bathroom to pee, yet always seemed to be plugged-up the “other way”.
If it weren't for the occasional kicking and squirming, Carly may have started to believe that she was carrying a solid sphere of concrete instead of a baby. Her doctor said that these problems were all normal, (although probably exacerbated by Carly's small stature) and he didn't think there would be any serious complications. Apparently, all this stuff wasn't serious enough already!
Perhaps most bizarrely of all, Carly had a voracious craving for any food that contained cheese. Fortunately, this was America, where people put the stuff on just about everything, and she didn't share Jack's lactose intolerance. One time last week, she'd eaten almost a whole block of sharp Cheddar like a candy bar before she'd been able to stop herself, even though she knew full well that this would just add to her digestive woes.
The one exception to this craving was pepperjack cheese, which she'd tried once and couldn't stand.
When Jack was here, he alternated between teasing Carly about her eating habits and scolding her for not eating a properly balanced diet. But right now, he was all the way in South Africa, at a tournament in Johannesburg. Or maybe it was Cape Town...Carly always had trouble telling those two cities apart.
Currently, Carly was spending a boring and scorchingly-hot afternoon on the sofa, working on her latest article. She was just about to put it aside to take a nap when someone knocked on the door.
Now who could that be? Jack wasn't going to return home for another three days. She threw a robe on over her skimpy summer pajamas and went to see who was there.
“Delivery from Junior's!” said the man on the other side of the door as soon as Carly opened it. All she could do was look at him blankly while trying to puzzle out what he'd said.
“You're Carly Nagisa, right?” the man pressed on.
“Yes,” Carly answered, feeling quite proud that she hadn't slipped up and said “Hai” by mistake.
“Then this is for you,” the guy said slowly; he'd probably caught on that she didn't understand much English. He handed over a rather heavy red-and-white striped box.
“Thank you!” Carly said, then grimaced as she closed the door. She still couldn't get that “th” sound quite right.
She set the box on the kitchen counter, and then noticed that there was a note taped to the top. It was in Jack's handwriting.
Carly: This company says its stuff is world-famous. Since I don't want to risk eating any myself, it's your job to try it and report back to me whether it deserves that title or not. If the delivery people don't screw everything up, this should get to you while I'm away.
-Jack
P.S. Don't eat all of this in one sitting.
P.P.S. Really.
P.P.P.S. I mean it.
Carly opened the box, and squealed when she saw a whole cheesecake in there.
When had Jack had the time to arrange this without her knowing about it? She kept thinking she had the guy figured out, then he'd do something completely out-of-the-blue like this. It wasn't quite as nice as Jack being here in person, but it was a reasonable substitute for the moment.
She felt quite a bit more cheerful than she had before. Now...the only problem was how she could manage to follow Jack's orders and not eat too much at once.
Couldn't help putting that little stab at pepperjack cheese, aka the sugar-high badfic staple, in there.
And it's my goal to one day try Junior's Cheesecake for myself. I was just in New York in March, but didn't have time to get any. Hey, Speaky Bean's from there...maybe she knows if it's any good?
Word Count: 671
Carly hadn't realized it was possible to feel so miserable when technically she wasn't even sick. Sure, she thought she'd be fine being by herself during the Pro League season. But if she'd known that she'd have to be by herself during the hottest part of summer while 8 ½ months pregnant, she might have reconsidered.
Her head hurt. So did her back and legs and feet. A lot of the time she had heartburn. She had to constantly make trips to the bathroom to pee, yet always seemed to be plugged-up the “other way”.
If it weren't for the occasional kicking and squirming, Carly may have started to believe that she was carrying a solid sphere of concrete instead of a baby. Her doctor said that these problems were all normal, (although probably exacerbated by Carly's small stature) and he didn't think there would be any serious complications. Apparently, all this stuff wasn't serious enough already!
Perhaps most bizarrely of all, Carly had a voracious craving for any food that contained cheese. Fortunately, this was America, where people put the stuff on just about everything, and she didn't share Jack's lactose intolerance. One time last week, she'd eaten almost a whole block of sharp Cheddar like a candy bar before she'd been able to stop herself, even though she knew full well that this would just add to her digestive woes.
The one exception to this craving was pepperjack cheese, which she'd tried once and couldn't stand.
When Jack was here, he alternated between teasing Carly about her eating habits and scolding her for not eating a properly balanced diet. But right now, he was all the way in South Africa, at a tournament in Johannesburg. Or maybe it was Cape Town...Carly always had trouble telling those two cities apart.
Currently, Carly was spending a boring and scorchingly-hot afternoon on the sofa, working on her latest article. She was just about to put it aside to take a nap when someone knocked on the door.
Now who could that be? Jack wasn't going to return home for another three days. She threw a robe on over her skimpy summer pajamas and went to see who was there.
“Delivery from Junior's!” said the man on the other side of the door as soon as Carly opened it. All she could do was look at him blankly while trying to puzzle out what he'd said.
“You're Carly Nagisa, right?” the man pressed on.
“Yes,” Carly answered, feeling quite proud that she hadn't slipped up and said “Hai” by mistake.
“Then this is for you,” the guy said slowly; he'd probably caught on that she didn't understand much English. He handed over a rather heavy red-and-white striped box.
“Thank you!” Carly said, then grimaced as she closed the door. She still couldn't get that “th” sound quite right.
She set the box on the kitchen counter, and then noticed that there was a note taped to the top. It was in Jack's handwriting.
Carly: This company says its stuff is world-famous. Since I don't want to risk eating any myself, it's your job to try it and report back to me whether it deserves that title or not. If the delivery people don't screw everything up, this should get to you while I'm away.
-Jack
P.S. Don't eat all of this in one sitting.
P.P.S. Really.
P.P.P.S. I mean it.
Carly opened the box, and squealed when she saw a whole cheesecake in there.
When had Jack had the time to arrange this without her knowing about it? She kept thinking she had the guy figured out, then he'd do something completely out-of-the-blue like this. It wasn't quite as nice as Jack being here in person, but it was a reasonable substitute for the moment.
She felt quite a bit more cheerful than she had before. Now...the only problem was how she could manage to follow Jack's orders and not eat too much at once.
Couldn't help putting that little stab at pepperjack cheese, aka the sugar-high badfic staple, in there.
And it's my goal to one day try Junior's Cheesecake for myself. I was just in New York in March, but didn't have time to get any. Hey, Speaky Bean's from there...maybe she knows if it's any good?