"Of course I want to be your wife," she told him sternly, leaning down as if to kiss his mouth but shifting instead to kiss small lines on his jaw. "I said yes, didn't I?"
"Mm," she agreed slowly, stretching in her shirt. "I love you too. Stay here, okay? I'm going to get you more soup."
She didn’t return for a while before eventually coming back in a tank top and a pair of his boxers, one bowl of soup in her hand and a chocolate bar in the other.
“Thank you,” she said cheerfully, tossing the chocolate in his lap and setting the soup carefully on the table. “It’s pretty hot,” she said, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down at him. “So you should wait for it to cool.”
“Thanks,” she said with a small smile, leaning back so her head rested on his stomach. “You’re my favorite.”