A/N: Special thanks to CelticHeiressFiona for the idea for this chapter.

Food Therapy

She opened her door and threw her bag onto the floor and slammed the door shut. He had gone to the grocery store, promising to make her a dinner to forget the horrible day that she had had. She went to the kitchen and poured herself a large glass of wine and then migrated to the couch and sunk deeply into the pillows. She closed her eyes, keeping her ears open for the sound of him opening the door.


He walked down the hallway, arms full of groceries. He said that he would cook for her because she had had a bad day and he was keeping to his promise. He swung open the door and saw her head sticking up from above the couch. She turned around to look at him but didn't say anything. He blew her a kiss and then proceeded to the kitchen where he set all his groceries on the counter.
Twenty minutes later she smelled the delicious scents that were floating out of the kitchen. She got up, taking her nearly empty wineglass, and walked to the kitchen. He was standing in front of the stove sautéing pine nuts in olive oil. Her blender was out on the counter and it had some sort of vinaigrette in it. On the other counter there was a cutting board with slices of pears and mangos sitting on it and there was shrimp in another frying pan on the stove. She walked over next to him and refilled her wine glass, watching him toss the pine nuts in the pan. He finally noticed her standing next to him and he set the pan down on the stove and led her out of the kitchen back to the couch.
Another fifteen minutes later he walked out of the kitchen holding two plates in his hand and two forks between his teeth. He set the plate down in front of her on the table. All she could do was stare. The outside of the plate was lined with the pear and mango slices and there was a pile of salad in the middle that looked to be coated with the vinaigrette and on the outside of the salad there was the shrimp. He handed her a fork and she tasted it. She had never tasted something so good before; it was delicious. She looked up at him and smiled, and the smile said it all.
A/N: So, as I said at the beginning that the idea was given to me by CelticHeriessFiona, but the recipe in the chapter was actually my boyfriend's and he made me dinner the other night and that was what he made me. You all know the drill, press that little blue button please!