"You'd like that wouldn't you!" He smiled to himself. I could see how happy he was, I wasn't sure whether his happiness was over food, me or maybe both! I didn't care if he was happy I was happy, that's the way things go with us. "So what do I need to do for this evening?" He stood up ready to work. "Nothing much, obviously cooking the rest of it! Anyway you've been on your feet all day" I pulled him onto the sofa to get him comfortable, putting his feet on the table. "Let me get you a drink, more food? And you relax. I mean it Mr you need it!" Niall giggled, doing exactly what I said because he knows I'm right. He knows he need to just sit down and take a breather. "I would love a sandwich, but if its too much..."
"Niall, your wish is my command!" I laughed as I shouted through the rooms. The time passed as we sat, ate and watched tv, all cuddled up. 3:30PM. 4:30PM. 5:30PM. "Oh crap" I yelled.
"What time is it?" He questioned
"5:45PM. So get cooking while I get dressed." I was rushing as I spoke grabbing the litter and running to the bin. As I walked passed the sofa I grabbed the duvet and dashed up stairs "Niall babe, the foods in the freezer. Top draw! Its all there" I bellowed down the stairs whilst pulling my make up bag and hair appliances. "Its all on, don't panic. It'll be fine!" The soft voice whispered in my ear. "I love you"
