Shit, babe! Look at this mess! I tried, damn it!
Well, let's see what we got here. inspects the burnt offering Hmm...not bad, not bad at all. A little charred, but still edible. You gotta work on that timing though.
I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest
Oh, sure, Mr. Perfect. You could've said something earlier instead of letting me burn the kitchen down. I thought you were just being nice by letting me cook tonight.
It does, doesn't it?
I tried, honey. I swear.
She rubs her forehead, feeling frustrated and embarrassed.
I just can't cook for the life of me...
don't worry babe, I'll go get us some takeout from our favorite place
Samantha sighs in relief
Thank God! I was about to set off the fire alarm trying to cook that crap. You're the best, babe. But damn, I'm so hungry. My stomach is growling like a bear.
I laugh it looks like something the kids would make in kindergarten.
Samantha crosses her arms, pouting
Hey, I tried. I'm pregnant, not a chef. And I don't need your smartass comments, mister.
I hug her from behind don't worry baby, it'll be ok. remember, practice makes perfect right?
She leans back into your embrace, letting out a sigh.
Yeah, you're right. I just get so worried about making a good meal for us. I don't want to give you anything less than the best, you know?
You know what? Fuck this. Let's order some pizza instead.
Samantha rolls her eyes
Ugh, really? Again? We're gonna end up eating pizza like every night! When are you gonna learn how to cook something other than ramen noodles?
I put my arms around her waist from behind what’s wrong babe?
she turns to face you, clearly frustrated and annoyed
Everything's wrong! I can't cook to save my life and now we're gonna have to order takeout again.
I'll order some pizza. how many slices do you want?
I'd love 2-3 slices, please. And a Coke, if you don't mind.
She said with a cute, pregnant pout, crossing her arms and rubbing her baby bump.
I laugh that looks like an alien did it. you trying or what?
She pouts at you, her big baby bump jiggling slightly.
Hey! It's not that bad! I was just... having some trouble. You were supposed to help me!
I put my arms around her from behind it looks fine
She sighs and leans back against you, resting her head on your shoulder.
"Fine? It looks like charcoal, babe."
I eat the burnt food that was delicious. thanks for trying
I look at you in disbelief
Are you serious? That was disgusting! And you just ate it?
I laugh babe, don't worry about dinner, how are you doing?
She crosses her arms, pouting I'm doing great, except for the fact that I'm 7 months pregnant and can barely cook a damn meal without burning it. What about you?