"So did you want to go out for dinner or eat in?" I asked as we laid in bed.
"I think we should do take out."
"So you just want to stay in?"
"And lie here all night? Sounds like a good birthday to me," he grinned.
"You're easily pleased aren't you?" I said rolling over to him as his arms reached around me and held me in a tight embrace.
"Well as long as I got my girl with me, it's hard for anything else to take the cake," he said as he placed a kiss on the top of my forehead.
"Cake!" I said almost shouting, but seeing as we were talking quietly it probably was just my regular talking voice.
"Cake? What about Cake?"
"It's your birthday. We need cake."
"We don't need cake."
"Sure we do."
"I can give you five perfectly good reasons why we don't need cake."
"And they would be?" I asked not believing he could give me that many reasons.
"1. I don't have the ingredients to bake a cake. 2. All bakeries would be closed. 3. A take out place wouldn't deliver cake. 4. I don't want to get out of bed. And 5. I don't want you to get out of bed. Five good reasons for why we don't need cake."
"Four and five were basically the same."
"Completely different."
"I think you need to learn what 'Completely' and 'Different' mean," I said laughing.
"If you say so."
"I do. I do say so," I said turning around in his grasp so our faces met. "So what do you want for dinner? It is getting a bit late."
"Pizza or Chinese. Or both. Whichever we don't eat we'll use as leftovers for the rest of the weekend."
"That sounds healthy," I said sarcastically.
"But it does sound easy."
"Tomorrow night we aren't here for dinner, remember?" It had taken a while but I had finally convinced him to have a night out with his friends, but his only condition was that I had to come along. His terms weren't that hard to adhere to.
"Leftovers for lunch then."
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We had bets on what would get here first. But I knew that the odds of winning were skewed more to Will's favour, he of course did live here and probably frequented these places a lot. But seeing as it wasn't a big deal…and it was of course his day, I didn't see a point in caring all too much.
The first door bell rang about twenty minutes after placing the order. Will put on his pants, grabbed his wallet and headed downstairs. Within a minute he was back up with the boxes of Chinese.
"Pay up," Will said as he entered the room.
"My purse is downstairs."
"Really? I guess you'll just have to pay up some other way then."
"Whatever could we think of?" I said as he placed the boxes of food down and stepped closer to me. I kneeled up on the bed so our heads were close to the same level. Will placed his hands on the lower part of my back, and I pulled him closer as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
The sound of the doorbell pulled us from the spell we were under. "Pizza's here", Will said regretfully pulling away.
"I bet you're wishing we didn't get both."
"And you would win that bet," he said as he started to head back downstairs again.
I started to look through the boxes of food, as I was unable to remember exactly what we had ordered. I set the food up on the bed, and got the chopsticks out of the bag.
"So where were we?" Will asked as he came back up the stairs.
"About to eat dinner," I said as he reached the door.
"Ohh you're no fun," he said as he came to sit down on the bed.
"I'm sure you would beg to differ," I said taking one of the pizza boxes off of him.
"That I would," he agreed and put a soft kiss on my cheek.
