The weather outside is not nice, house of young spouses is quiet and peaceful.

A cobalt haired man wandered around the kitchen in the morning while his lovely wife slept on the edge of the bed in her bedroom, with a rolled blanket between her legs. Dressed in a men's long-sleeved shirt and black panties. It was not known what she got tired of.

While mixing the ingredients for the dough, Jellal silently cursed under his breath, forgetting the order in the recipe, but then quickly corrected himself.

In these difficult times, everything is nervous, even the usual preparation of a warming meal for two. But he didn't want to make Erza any more difficult, because she was afraid. He looks after her as best he can.

Decided to make them both enjoyable: Halloween in closed, he cut a large pumpkin that he had taken from their garden earlier, and did the same with bunches of various herbs.

Carefully turn on the oven to warm it up to the correct temperature. At that time, the man was marinating chicken legs and cooking the rice for not too long so that it would not become too sticky, because the meat was to be roasted in it.

When both the pumpkin for pie and the dinner were put into the oven, he went to the bathroom to freshen up and change, then he only set the time on the phone, lying down next to his beloved.

He couldn't fall asleep then, not even for a minute, because that would mean not keeping an eye on what he did, and the Food Could Burn Out as a result.

With reason on the back of his head, Jellal kissed Erza gently on the forehead, brushing her unruly scarlet strands from her cheeks. Thus the woman, squirming like a kitten, woke up.

It was early afternoon, and it was now known why the young woman was so tired. Not only did the bad weather conditions affect her like that, but her body is also in a state of preparation for the monthly battle, for surviving a week without stomach ache.

Her husband, guessing what was going on, openly asked whether to make her chamomile tea. She nodded yes, but at the same time she wanted him to stroke her belly, claiming it brought her some relief.

Erza didn't have to ask Jellal twice in a row, he was pleased to do so.

Soft murmurs escaped from her closed mouth. Such was the pleasure she felt from the warm hand of her loving husband.

After an hour and thirty minutes, Jellal handed Erza dinner and another glass of tea.

The scarlet one lunged a little on the juicy soft poultry meat. Its very aroma tempted her like a devil to a good soul.

Cobalthair laughed as he watched it, but was glad she liked it. He could only be proud of himself.

Meanwhile, he blended the pumpkin into a semi-thick paste. He needed it for two things: dessert and coffee.

Due to the fact that they could not both go on a normal date in a cafe, he slowly fulfilled one of his wife's wishes by preparing a drink called Pumpkin Spice Latte. At that time, a pumpkin sponge cake was already baking.

Jellal, checking the recipe five times so that nothing was overlooked, began to boil the milk in an enameled aquamarine saucepan, and in the other he melted dark chocolate with two tablespoons of sugar for the topping.

Erza disregarded, went to the kitchen to wash the dishes after dinner. She didn't want him to tire of everything, she gave him a glass of water to hydrate him properly.

She was afraid that the heat of the kitchen could make Jellal feel bad.

It was a small gesture of gratitude for taking care of her, and Jellal blushed with a little embarrassment, but did not hide that he felt good about it.

To make this shared moment even more romantic, he lit a tiny heater in the fireplace for aromatherapy, combining the oil with the scent of baked apple and cinnamon with a little water.

At first she whined, saying it smells like soap, but he added himself to be patient as it was just starting to heat up.

He turned on jazz music to relax, lit the extra large orange candles, and finally adjusted the sheets on their bed.

After a short while, he brought her four pieces of cake and this pumpkin and spice drink.

He struck hard in the heart of his young wife, eager to date. She had never felt so happy and secure as in his strong arms protecting their lives together.

They don't care when they enjoy both of them.

The End.

A/N: I wanted to check if I could write something short and without unnecessary dialogue. By the way, I needed it to be a romantic fluff to sweeten wounded souls in difficult times. Even though I don't like this trope on a daily basis, sometimes I make exceptions.

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