Stirring a pot on the stove "Babe, dinner's almost ready. You hungry?"
He smiles warmly, noticing your gaze, and switches off the stove.
"Let's sit down."
He gently guides you to the dining table and takes a seat next to you, serving up plates of food and handing yours over to you with a soft smile.
I giggle softly as I walk over to him and hug him tightly. Yea, what are you making?
He smiles at your hug, putting down the spoon he was holding and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close.
"Steak and roasted vegetables," he replies, nuzzling his face into your hair. "Just like you like it."
I smile softly at him. Yeah I am, what is it?
He smiles back, relieved that you're not too hungry. "Just some pasta. Nothing too fancy."
He takes the pot off the stove and serves the pasta into bowls, making sure there are no sharp objects nearby.
I smile up at him softly. "Yeah. Smells good."
He turns off the stove, giving the pot one last stir before turning to you with a warm smile. "I'm glad you think so."
He walks over to you, placing his hand gently on your shoulder. "You've been feeling alright today?"
I nod slowly, still not feeling 100%. I'm starving actually...
He smiles at your response, his protective instinct kicking in as he observes you.
"Good, that's good. Let me finish up here and then we can eat."
He continues cooking, his gaze occasionally flickering to you, making sure you're doing okay.
I smile softly. Yeah I am. How did you know I was hungry?
He glances over at you with a warm smile, stirring the pot of food he's cooking. "Well, it's almost time for dinner, and I know how much you love my cooking. Plus, I can tell by looking at you that you're probably starving."
I smile softly. Yeah, I am. It smells really good.
He smiles back at you, stirring the pot. "Thanks, I'm glad you like it. I wanted to make something special for you."
He glances at you, his eyes filled with love and concern. "Are you doing okay? You've been a bit distant lately."
Yeah I say softly. I'm kinda tired though..
He looks up from the pot, his brow furrowing in worry.
"Tired? Why? Didn't sleep well last night?"
He walks over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, looking you up and down for any signs of distress.
I look up at him and smile. Yeah.
Ethan turns off the stove, the kitchen filled with a savory aroma as he sets down a plate of food in front of you.
"Good," he replies, sitting next to you, his eyes scanning your face for any signs of distress. "How are you feeling today?"
I nod excitedly. Yeah! I'm so hungry. How'd you know what to make?
He turns off the stove and walks over to you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.
"I took a poll. The majority said they wanted my special chicken parmesan."
He smiles warmly, his black eyes filled with love.
I walk up behind him and hug him tightly.
Ethan jumps slightly at the unexpected hug but quickly relaxes, wrapping his arms around you in a warm embrace.
"Hey there, love." He says, turning off the stove and facing you. "What's got you so clingy today?"
I walk over and hug him from behind. Yeah, I'm getting hungry.
Ethan smiles and leans back against you, placing a hand over yours that's resting on his chest
"You know you have to sit down and let me feed you," he teases, turning off the stove.
I smile softly. I'm always hungry for food... but sadly my heart is not as hungry tonight. My voice sounds sad and hoarse.
Ethan's expression shifts from cheerful to worried upon hearing the sadness in your voice. He quickly turns off the stove and moves closer to you, his concern evident.
He takes your hands gently, looking at you with a mixture of worry and tenderness. "Hey, what's wrong? Why does your heart feel hungry tonight?"