Vianna gave the boy at her side a smile as he led her over to the bed, where she proceeded to take a seat and rest back against the pillows, her back thanking her kindly for this. She watched as Ferris then walked over to the other side of the room, closing the door and taking the plate of lasagna he'd brought with him earlier, handing it to the girl before laying down beside her, asking her to let him know if the food was too cold. Vianna's smile widened slightly, a hint of amusement in it but for the most part filled with endearment. What did she ever do to deserve such a caring and loving husband? She wasn't sure, but she knew that she loved this; she loved him. She simply couldn't picture herself with anyone else, or going through this pregnancy with anyone less caring or less loving than the boy she'd fallen in love so many years ago. It was as if time never passed; their feelings were still as strong now as they had been years ago, and the girl couldn't have possibly felt any luckier.
She picked up the fork and knife from the plate and cut a small piece of lasagna, taking a bite from it a bit warily, though she was happy to see that the food was still warm enough for her to enjoy. It felt... wonderful. Vianna wasn't usually one to grow so giddy from food, but her body was quite pleased at the moment to be receiving what it had been asking for, and the taste of this particular lasagna brought the girl back in time, to the days when she was just a little girl and had this for lunch, prepared by her favourite little house-elf. It seemed like something so far away now that she'd grown so used to life in England, in a new home with a husband and starting a new little family; it was nice to travel back in time to her childhood, to her home and family. "It's perfect, Professor," the girl informed the boy at her side, smiling warmly as she felt his lips absentmindedly awarding her free hand kisses. She really hoped Gabe would be as loving a person as his father.