 Canon Niffler || Neville's Yorkshire Pudding | | Teddy's Biographer || P + R = ♥
"You're never going to let me forget that, are you?" Malachi asked her with a grin. He would have teased Frida if things were the other way around, it had been pretty funny after all. His grin softened to a smile, "I just wanted things to be nice for you, spoil you a bit." Malachi still had to pinch himself that she was his wife, that she had agreed to spend the rest of her days with him.
He blinked a few times, a feeling of hope swelling within his chest. "One glass of water coming up." Malachi didn't push the issue, didn't point out that they were supposed to be having a romantic night in which was a treat. He poured himself a glass of water too, adding ice and slices of fruit to the glasses and passing one to Frida. "Fed who? Ember? Nah, he was just hoping to get to the sauce before I had a chance to clear it up. Do you want to go sit down while I serve? Or umm, freshen up? I mean, you don't need to for me." He was hoping, wishing that he was right. He kissed her on the cheek again and went back to the cooker, turning off the heat and starting to transfer the pasta into the warm dishes and pouring the sauce over it.
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