Napping and Lunch

Margaret slept, not dreaming or evening feeling asleep, merely laying there. Her stomach churned, digesting the contents of the days food, which had mixed with the **** and tums to make it an uncomfortable mixture. Stretching her arms out, Margaret cuddled the pillow in front of her, feeling just a bit more awake. The gurgle of a nearby stream calmed her down, as did the mellow chirp of birds. Wait. Birds chirping? Where was she?

Opening her eyes with a start, she realized she was laying in front of the TV, head resting on a pillow, another pillow squeezed between her arms. Huh. Moving around a bit, she realized the noises of a stream and birds came from headphones on top her head.

Her stepmother stepped in front of her, and said something. Her drowsiness, combined with a hangover and headphones, made her unable to hear whatever she had said.

"Huh?" Margaret said, realizing the pacifier was in her mouth. Her stepmother popped it out for her. "Huh, what'd you say?"

"I said, sorry if I woke you up sweetie. I was just doing some vacuuming and cleaning, don't mind the noise." Her stepmother said, apron around the waist.

"Oh, no problem. You didn't wake me up." Margaret said, smiling. The silence was broken by a loud gurgle from Margaret's stomach.

"Hungry for lunch creampuff?" Her stepmother asked, as Margaret slowly came back to the world of the living.

"Ugh, just a bit. My head is killing me." Margaret moaned out, throwing her head down into the pillow, wishing she could go back to sleep. Wasn't it a bit late for lunch anyway?

A pack of aspirin was offered, slugged down by some liquor, followed by a cup of coffee. Her stepmother slid her a laptop, whose screen displayed a local grocery stores online ordering and delivery page.

"Maggie, yesterday I meant to get you to give me your favorite foods, but we can just do it now. Put down whatever you want, I want you to be comfortable here." Her stepmother said, as Margaret smiled.

"Thanks. I.....really appreciate that. I promise I won't order too much." The former college student said, remembering her many nights where she only had one meal, due to keeping her food expenses low.

"Order too much. I don't care about the price. Get what you enjoy is all I ask." Her stepmother said, letting her alone with the laptop.

The combination of a hungover, high, drunk and hungry Margaret getting to order food meant everything she ordered was clearly not the most healthy of things. Sweets, snacks, pop and various other junk made up the majority, with a few pre-made salads thrown in at the last minute. The order was finished just as her stepmother was coming out from the kitchen.

"All done? Lunch will be ready in about 10 minutes." Her stepmother said, looking at the laptop.

"Just about. I hope I didn't get too much!" Margaret said.

"Of course not. Now, if you want to help me with the plates, we can have some fine wine and Italian cuisine." Her stepmother said sarcastically, causing a giggle from Margaret.

Lunch was amazing, the mass amount of noodles and sauce helping settle Margaret's stomach, along with soaking up some of the ****. The wine mixed well with lunch, and soon enough, Margaret sat back, done with her plate. Sauce covered her face.

"Wow, I can sense that dish was a winner. Your daddy always liked that dish, but I never made it while I was alone." her stepmother stood up, taking Margaret's plate and offering her the sauce from it. "Don't miss out on the best part." She tipped the plate back to the surprised Margaret's mouth, which caused her to **** a bit, getting it all over the front of her sleeper.

"Oh my gosh, Messy Maggie. I'm so sorry. I just wanted you to enjoy my cooking, now you're all messy!" Her stepmother said, faux surprise.

"It's alright. My fault for not knowing. The sauce is really good. It's all really fuckin good." Margaret responded, as her stepmother smiled. Wiping Margaret's sleeper, she slid a large napkin in the front, making an impromptu bib for the girl.

Her stepmother kept Margaret's plate and stacked it high with another serving. "It's better fresh, enjoy it." Having only eaten half of her own plate, Margaret's stepmother slid the remainder of her plate on there as well.

Margaret's hand rested on her stomach, beyond full and only having eaten half the plate. Weakly, she tried for another bite, and covered her mouth as a burp came up. Blushing at the loud noise, she looked away from her stepmother. Another burp followed, and she tried her best to stop them. A glass of coke spiked with rum was promised to help stop the burping, and it did it's job well.

Bite. Drink. Another bite. Another drink. Empty Glass. One more bite. Clean plate.

"Thanks for polishing that off, I just hate leftovers. I'll make sure to remember you like that dish." Her stepmother said, about to continue speaking. "I..."

The doorbell rang. Margaret stumbled her way up as her stepmother spoke.

"Could you get it? I have to do the dishes."

She waddled to the door.