It's in the little things: One-shots x2

In the pan: Whipped cream? REALLY?

Dianne's POV:

Back again on the ol' in the pan hype today, filming an episode in food art that producer Josh has found for us on Pinterest and I can't lie, im excited for this one! It allows me to channel my inner child and have a bit of fun in-between dancing, work outs and rehearsals- a welcomed break sometimes. Everyone knows that Joe and I are big kids anyway, so I reckon this episode will get a lot of hype and im secretly hoping I can slip a prank or two in there; it takes a LOT to prank the prankster. Drawing me from my thoughts, Joseph wraps his arms around me from behind and presses a soft kiss on my neck, "You alright my girl? You've been suspiciously quiet whilst I've set up...what are you planning?" he murmurs, smiling against my skin.

Damn that boy knows me well...

"Nothing Joseph, i'm just excited to mess around with you on camera for a bit today, to lighten up." I smirk, leaning back into his grasp as we stand in the kitchen, leaning on the bench and embracing a few moments whilst producer Josh has busied himself in Joe's office. Shaking with laughter, he pushes me forward slightly, so he can spin my body to face him, "Dianne Buswell. You cannot say things like that! We've had one night in Paris, as much as a sex scandal might boost our views, we would 100% get age restricted." He chuckles as I headbutt his chest repeatedly. "I.DID.NOT.MEAN.THAT. Get your head out of the gutter Joseph Sugg! God, sometimes you're such a...such a MAN!" I groan, settling against his chest and burying my head into him as he continues to laugh at his own joke. Stepping away from him, I have only one thing to say.

"It's a bloody good job I love you."

As filming starts, it is so easy to fall back into the routine; Joe being picky and slow and me naturally winding him up. Absolutely smashing my watermelon pizza/cake design, we quickly get distracted with the whippy cream and before I know it, we are mid food-fight and Joe has shoved a handful of cream in my hair. "Joe!!!! Of ALL the places on my body that you could put whipped cream, you chose my HAIR?!" I cringe, frantically patting the cream out of my red Barnett. "Dianne Buswell! We cannot say this sort of thing on a family channel!" He giggles, bringing our attention back to the remaining tasks at hand and we continue on filming the funny little tasks from Pinterest. The majority of these things are kid based and watching the attention to detail that Joe puts into these little things, it reminds me of my mum. As a child and lets face it, as an adult, I have always been slightly fussy with food; just little things, like I won't eat with a big spoon or I won't touch my dinner if the cutlery is already on my plate when I get it. Not only has Joe adopted all these little principles, he also refuses to cook dinner until he confirms with me that I will actually eat it, bless him!

He's going to make a fantastic dad some day...

Joe's POV

Following my little joke earlier, I've noticed that Dianne has been a little bit...reserved almost, once the camera switched off and Josh left and im worried I've offended her. She has spoke to me, don't get me wrong but it's been short lived conversations...she really seems like she is in a world of her own. Time to bite the bullet-"Hey Dotty? Can you come here please? I feel like we need to chat my love." I suggest, as she shuffles half-heartedly around the living room, cocooned in our fluffy blanket and wrapped in my dressing gown. Raising her head slightly and glancing over at me, she looks a bit taken aback but nonetheless, makes her way over to the open space beside me and cuddles in, nuzzling in the gap between my neck and my shoulder: apparently her favourite "Cuddle gap". "What's up buttercup?" She whispers, kissing me gently before settling back down. Here goes nothing-

" Are you okay? I know I made an inappropriate joke about our private life but I didn't mean for it to offend you. You've been so quiet since then, as soon as we finished in the pan and I promise, i'm really sorry! My Dot, you know i'd never mean to upset you?" I ramble, stroking the exposed skin on her thigh as she drapes her legs across me, desperate to hold her close every second I get. She pulls away, sitting up straight before grabbing my face in both hands and kissing me profusely all over my face, giggling like a child. "Oh Joseph BLESS YOU! My little one! No! Oh my days, I've just been thinking, that's all! Oh come here!" she grins, this time pulling me close to her chest and running her fingers through my messy hair as I begin to relax a little bit, my mind at ease now. "What on earth have you been thinking about that has kept you THIS quiet?" I tease, low-key hoping she will open up so I can help her work through whatever is going on. Crawling from her position to settle on my lap, one hand rested on my heart, she begins.

"It's silly, honest. Just seeing you getting so excited over the kids designs and the little things? It made me think of my mum, the way she was with me and the way she is as a Nana; the way she really is just the best overall. And how perfect you are...the way you got so excited about the idea of kids and loving the sausage car...you will be the best dad, you know that right? Not with me, obviously if you don't want to but just in general, you'll be such a brilliant dad to someone someday." She rushes, sheepishly whilst playing with a loose thread on her sleeve. Seeing this wave of anxiety wash over her, I know for two things for certain.

1. She is feeling very homesick

2. Today is going to be one of those days where I need to remind her just how special she is.

"Dianne Claire Buswell. Stop that right now. Look at me Dot, look at me. I love you so much and of course I want to have children with you! Just imagine! Our babies will be so beautiful, with your Italian genes and maybe my blue eyes, a hybrid of our London and Aussie accents, dancing away on the toes of my shoes. And of course I'll make them sausage car sandwiches, cut the bread into hearts or stars or whatever they so demand. Most importantly, following one of many conversations with the wonderful Rina Buswell, i'd be over the moon to make her a grandmother again because I know how special it is to her! Oh god, imagine MY mum if we have a baby before Zalfie, she'd die of shock!" I chuckle, watching Dianne's smile grow with every word as my fingers twirl stray strands of hair. "You'd really want to have a child with me? Even if it's stupid like me?" she presses, her huge doe eyes melting my very soul.

"I definitely want to have children with you, whenever we are ready and stable. It doesn't matter to me what they are like, as long as they are happy and healthy and YOU are happy and healthy. Our kids will be perfect! Now stop stressing and pass the chocolate up, lets watch some trash TV and spend some quality time together."

All these deeps emotions sparked from a misplaced innuendo and some whippy cream...this girlfriend thing will never fail to amaze me.