Dancing In The Stars

- 8 -

- Pisces -

"Good morning, baby." I say, kissing Cap on the head.

"Ew, I don't like being called baby,"

I smile. "Sorry. Anyway, I wanted to make dinner for us tonight.
I know how hard you're working to afford a honeymoon for us, so I just want to have a relaxing night."

"Aw, you don't have to,"

"I want to." I say. He kisses me.

"I'll try to be home early, but I have work today,"

"I know. It'll give me time to work on dinner. Do you want breakfast?"

"Nah, I should go."

"Alright. Love you,"

"I love you," he says as he stands. He looks at me for a few seconds with a smile. "I'll never get used to the feeling I get when I get to say that to you,"

"Stop being sweet and go to work! I love you,"

He gives me a wave and rushes out.

Thing is, I have no idea how to cook, not one. So I guess today is a learning experience.

I rub spices onto some baby back ribs then take out some baby carrots and spread them in the tray with the ribs.

I cut some potatoes into little pieces, and I put some baby celery in as well.

I season some baby artichokes and plate them with some parsley. I also prepare some steaks.

Later on, I put everything in the oven. He should be home in a couple hours, so I'll be fine.

I start clearing off our fancy dinner table that we never use. I put mini candles in an arrangement around a vase filled with blue flowers and pink roses.

I start putting the finished food around the table, then I plate the meat and place everything in a nice arrangement.

Just as I light the candles, the door opens.

"I'm home, Pice," I hear his tired voice call.

"Ya hungry?"

He walks into the kitchen, a shocked expression holding his face. "It smells amazing,"

"Yeah?" I smile, pulling out his chair. "Tonight, I treat you."

"Aw, this is so sweet." He kisses me.

I sit down across from him. He starts filling his plate. I get a little bit of everything. I made it, might as well enjoy it.

I spread some sauce on the ribs, looking down as I clear my throat. I ignore the butterflies in my stomach. "So, I actually wanted to talk to you."

"You're not gonna ask for divorce over a candlelit dinner, are you? Is this your way of letting me down easy?"

I laugh and shake my head. "No, I don't want a divorce. Look around at the food,"

"I see, mini versions of everything. Why, does that matter?"

"I love you, and I knew from the first day I met you I would spend the rest of my life with you,"

"You're scaring me. You're not dying, right?"

"I knew we would do everything together, from laughing on the couch while studying to lying down by each other after we got married."

He leans back in his chair and stops eating.

"Everything," I blink away a tear, but it rolls down my cheek anyway.

"What's wrong?" He asks softly.

I wipe away the tear. "And I'm so happy,"

"Okay.." he takes my hand from across the table.

"If you hadn't noticed, I've prepared a lot of baby themed meals tonight,"

His eyes bulge. "Pisces, don't joke with me..."

"I hope it was the right way to tell you that I'm pregnant,"

I smile so widely, but his face drops, and my heart drops to my stomach.