VII. Blue
"Zoi-chan, does this dress make me look fat?"
Zoicite's head snaps up as he hears his wife's voice from the other side of the door. He peers cautiously into their bedroom, taking in Ami's slender form.
The dress in question is a strapless wonder of shimmering blue material, flaring out to a knee-length skirt. Ami twirls slightly in front of the mirror; Zoicite can see the blue polish on her bare toes.
He leans in the doorway, arms crossed but smiling. "What kind of question is that, Ami-chan?" he asks. "No husband in Earth's history has been able to satisfactorily answer it."
She smiles, lighting up her ocean-blue eyes. "I'm sorry, Zoi-kun. But you don't think it's too…"
"Not at all," he replies. "You look gorgeous, love."
Ami blushes; he loves that she still does that, after all these years. "Zoi…"
"You are," he insists. He walks over and puts his arms around her waist, looking at them both in the mirror. "We will go off to Minako-chan's party, and all the other men will be jealous, because I've got the most beautiful wife there."
She swats his arm playfully. "I will not be. Minako-chan is prettier than I am."
Zoicite takes both her hands, beginning to dance slowly. "But I'll think you're the most beautiful, because I won't see the others."
Ami laughs and leans her head on his shoulder. He rests his chin on her hair and sees only blue.