"Amelia! Is that my food!? You ate my food" he squealed, looking down at his tray in front of her, then at hers, with a discarded a tub of yogurt and some apple slices. She looked up at him, twisting her lip "no not me…" she put her hands on her large bump. "Your kids" she smiled mischievously, shrugging her shoulders.

"Amelia…" he whined, flopping down into his seat. He picked up a piece of apple and frowned. "I'm sorry, I was just really not feeling the yogurt today and yours just looked so good" she sounded like she might cry. "It's okay… just get something better next time" he said, taking a bite of the apple.

"They want what ever you want…" she argued.

"Well then, just get what I get and it won't end up this way" he said, tapping her on the nose with a slice of apple. "I thought you loved yogurt?" He said, confused, as he open the container. He sank in his chair. It was Empty. "Amelia" he whined.

She rose from her chair, being exaggeratedly awkward. "Sorry" she said, backing away, animatedly patting her stomach.

"That's it, walk away…do it" he said smiling, watching her go. She smiled over her shoulder before moving out of sight.

Owen laughed at the trays, before getting up and grabbing a yogurt to go.

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They sat together on the sofa that evening, takeout scattered on the coffee table in front of them. Amelia was telling him about her surgery, slumped back against the sofa, her food balanced on her bump. She fell quiet and then both gazed at the TV.

Owen had a tray of food in his hand, he stopped eating for a moment, distracted by the drama. He felt his plate move, and looked down to find Amelia fishing through it.

"Hey…" he snapped, lifting it away from her.

"Owen"

"Nah, you have your own"

"Please… I just want to taste it" he looked at hers, still perched on her bump. He swiftly swapped them, standing up, smiling. "Hey… give that back!.. I'm not gonna fight you Owen" she watched as he backed away, taking a bite of her food. He closed his eyes in fake bliss. "Owen… if you walk out that door I'm never taking you back" she said, trying to remain serious.

"Mmmn just so good" he said, a mouthful of her food.

"Owen" she moaned. He stopped at the kitchen door, then jovially stuck a leg through, before disappearing inside. She laughed, looking down at his food. She brought some to her mouth, grimacing, she decided she didn't like it. "OWEN" she shouted.

"Yes my dear" he said playfully, poking his head round.

"Come back, I want my food"

"Oh well I though you'd never take me back…" he strolled slowly back in. She held his food out and reached for hers. He relented, falling heavily back on the sofa. "Yeah well, desperate times" she said, as she tucked back into her food. "Plus your food is disgusting" she wrinkled her nose at the memory. He chuckled knowingly, "just how I like it".

TBC.

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