 Blonde&Proud Sirius Sense of humor
Ferris watched his wife with curiosity in his brown eyes as she began to eat her lasagna, a bit of hopefulness residing in his expression, anxious to see if she was happy with it. But sometimes nothing was more rewarding to him that getting his wife (and his baby, really) what she wanted, no matter what it was. He'd felt that way for years, in a number of different ways. He always loved to surprise her or to give her something nice, be it a beautiful engagement ring or a simple kiss to the cheek; it gave him a happiness he couldn't quite describe. He'd never thought that he would gain such a reward from pleasing somebody else. But that was just how it was with Vianna; he always found himself wanting to give her everything he could, he wanted to make her happy and see her smile. And as she turned to him and informed him that the lasagna was perfect, the young man couldn't help but give a boyish grin, his brown eyes sparkling over at her from his spot on the bed. "I'm happy to hear that," he murmured before placing yet another kiss to her hand, to her fingers. "Do you want something to drink?" he asked with a raise of his eyebrows, his lips still coating her hand in loving kisses.
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