Donna walked from the bedroom to the kitchen where she could hear Harvey cooking in the kitchen. She sneaked up behind him, snaked her arms around his waist and tried to look over his shoulder to see what he was cooking.
"Smells good, whatcha making?"
"Penne alla Vodka."
"More carbs? Harveyyy." She whined and gently pinched his sides. "At some point we're going to back to work and I am not going to fit in any of my dresses." She patted his belly, which was still firm under her touch despite their recent unbalanced diet.
"I told you, if you'd come to Coach Harvey's Boxing Class you wouldn't need to worry about it." He grinned as he tipped the cooked pasta into the sauce pan and stirred to the two together.
She let go of him and reached for the wine glasses, filling them from a bottle of her favourite red. "Actually, what you're meant to say is Donna you still look amazing and you haven't gained a pound since all this began." She paused to take a sip of wine, "Of course, the calories in wine don't count at this difficult time." She looked over her shoulder to catch him playfully rolling his eyes and laughed into her glass.
Yesterday she had been tearful and full of anxiety so he was glad to see she was feeling a bit more like her normal self today, he watched her set the small dining table appreciating the extra effort she went to setting out napkins and lighting a candle between them. He served their food into the pasta bowls, topped it with a little freshly chopped basil and carried it over to the table.
"If you're a good girl and finish your dinner, I'll show you what I've got for dessert." He waggled his eyebrows playfully at her as he pulled out her chair and signalled for her to sit down.
"I thought I told you I'm dieting?!" She looked up innocently from her chair, before she couldn't hold it in any longer and a smile cracked her face.