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He sang through the song, their song, happily.
He sang through the song, their song, happily.
(I love this song)
(Same.)
Lillian was smiling the whole time, she loved their song. Why? It was their song.
"How does Chicken Parmesan or something sound? I think we have chicken breasts in the freezer and the rest is probably somewhere given some improvisation."
Lillian nodded and smiled happily slowly moving so he could leave, "Sounds perfect."
"Alrighty then, some chicken for the queen," he kissed her cheek and rushed off to the kitchen.
Lillian laughed and followed him over to the kitchen. She watched as he went to work.
(I want food…. but I shouldn't…. But I want it.)
(just try toast or something. Don't overdo it but don't deprive yourself food)
He put the chicken in the oven and leaned over the counter on his elbows to look at her.
(That, and I don't want to get up lol.)
Lillian smiled softly at him. She leaned over and kissed his cheek.
(Mood)
"Hey, you look beautiful,"
"I do? Well you look handsome."
"Well, aren't we quite the pair?"
"I would think so," Lillian giggled.
Darren smiled and inhaled through his nose, "Ah chicken,"
Lillian smelled the air and baking chicken, "Smells delicious. Then again, you made it."
"Therefore it smells delicious but because I made it, it's probably shit." he shrugged.
"No! Because you made it's probably really good," Lillian said smiling.
"Mmm okay, I'll trust you know what you're talking about."
"And I do, because it's a fact."
He chuckled as the oven binged. "Oo Chicken!" he squealed and pulled it out and onto the counter.
Lillian laughed as he did so. She was just smiling watching him do his thing.
He added the cheese and.. did his thing because I don't want to write how to make chicken parm. "Now we wait…" he sighed and put it back into the oven.
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