"Baby, I don't think they are supposed to be on fire," said a giggling Joss, as she watched John, with amusement, trying to control the flames that overtook the grill.
She loved seeing him like this. No man in the suit - No one to save today. It was simply her and John. Her John.
Getting out of her seat, she made her way towards him, grabbing the spray bottle on her way. "Do you want some help? I really don't want to have to call the fire department on my day off, John! They'll never let me live that down at the precinct."
"I got it. I'm just making them the way you like them - charbroiled." He explained, as he continued to watch the flames closely.
Joss couldn't restrain her laughter as the flames increased. "Baby, they are burnt not charbroiled, there's a difference."
Joss handed him the spray bottle and watched, as with determination, he put out the flames. "See," he said looking at her, taking a step back from the grill, "I told you I had it all under control!"
Joss rolled her eyes playfully, "Mhmm!" She said stepping before him and wrapping her arms around his waist. "I'll order take out." Laughing, she stood on her tip toes, giving him a sweet kiss.
Smiling she turned making her way inside. It was small moments like this that reminded her that everything they had been through together, was utterly worth it.