When they finally arrived home, Vanessa let out a sigh of relief as she stepped inside. She wasted no time heading to the living room and sinking into the couch, kicking off her shoes as she made herself comfortable.
"I’m done pretending for now. That hospital was draining. At least here, I don’t have to fake it all the time." She said and Sylvester smiled faintly, watching her settle in.
"Well, you deserve a break after all that effort." He said.
"Do we have food in the fridge?" She asked.
"I don't think so." Sylvester replied. "We need to cook something."
"Cook? I’m not doing anything today. Call Anabel. Tell her to come over and cook something for us." She said and Sylvester glanced at her in surprise.
"Anabel? Cook for us? Do you think she will do that?" Sylvester asked and Vanessa opened one eyes and smirked at him. "She will come, Sylvester. She always does. You know.... she is soft-hearted and eager to help. Trust me, she won’t hesitate to come and cook."
"But she's pregnant. She can't cook for us. I'm sure she doesn't cook in her house. How will you expect her to cook for us."
"Stop talking as if you don't know her and what she can do. Just ask her, and she will show up. She's very kind." Vanessa said.
"Let's try then." Sylvester nodded and pulled out his phone, then dialed Anabel’s number. After a few rings, she picked up the call. Her warm, cheerful voice came through. "Sylvester! How is Vanessa? Is she feeling better?"
"She's doing fine," Sylvester replied.
"That's great. I will come and see her this afternoon." She stated.
"We are home now though." Sylvester said and looked at Vanessa who looked back at her in curiosity.
"So soon?" she asked.
"Yeah, the doctor cleared us. We are home now."
"Isn't it too soon?" Anabel asked.
"The doctor said she's okay to go. She's recovering faster than expected." Sylvester explained. "Anyway, we wanted to cook something, but Vanessa is feeling too tired to do anything. Would you mind coming over to cook something for us?"
"Oh, of course!" Anabel replied without hesitation. "I will come right over. Let me grab a few things."
Sylvester thanked her, hung up the phone, and turned to Vanessa. "She agreed to come. She is on her way."
Vanessa grinned. "See? What did I tell you? She will always come."
"Now you need to go and rest on the bed in the room. You will put on the charade so she won't suspect anything."
"Do you think it's necessary?"
"We need to be very careful. Like the doctor said, she might be smarter than we think."
"Alright, let me take my bath then." Vanessa said and left to change and take her bath.
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Few minutes later, Sylvester heard a knock on the door. He didn't need any prophet to tell him that it was Anabel.
He got up from the seat and headed to the door to open the door. When he opened the door, he saw Anabel standing with a smile on her face. She was carrying a neatly packaged fruit salad. Exactly the type she brought when they were in the hospital.
"You are here already." He said and hugged her.
"Yeah, I was planning on visiting you in the hospital before you called."
"Alright, please come in." He said and made way for her.
"I brought this for Vanessa." Anabel said with a gentle smile as she stepped inside. "Where is she?"
"She’s resting in the bedroom. She will be happy to see you."
Without hesitation, Anabel made her way to the bedroom. She knocked softly before entering and found Vanessa reclining on the bed, propped up by a few pillows.