Vianna was pleased with the way her husband returned this second kiss she awarded his lips, glad to see that she wasn't the only one feeling a sudden need to kiss the other person, that this feeling was mutual and he wanted to kiss her as much as she wanted to kiss him. It was perfect, they were back in sync, back on the same page, back in a state of just pure relaxation where nothing and no one else mattered. She'd missed this. She'd really, really, missed it. More than she had expected to. Finally all those worries and concerns that had been nagging them these past couple days were out the window and they could, once more, concentrate only on one another and in expressing their feelings for each other.

The girl was vaguely aware that she'd left the bed by this point, all she seemed to have a mind for was this wonderful kiss she was sharing with her husband, on the feel of his lips treating her own so sweetly and lovingly. She was snapped out the bliss and daze that came with it, though, as he pulled back once they'd ended up against the wall, and her crystal blue eyes fluttered open with a bit of surprise, her eyebrows raising slightly. As the boy before her then began to chuckle, Vianna couldn't help but giggle lightly along with him, something contagious in the sound of his laughter. But her giggles eventually died out as his lips returned to her own, and she returned this gesture sweetly and lovingly for the next couple long moments before pulling back once more. "So about that water, Professor…" she said casually, raising her eyebrows slightly at the boy, almost expectantly, before chuckling softly, well aware that she'd been distracting him all this time.

Ferris's want to kiss her only increased as the girl before him let out a few of those addicting giggles, filling the air with a beautiful sort of melody that always got him to fall in a daze. He was back kissing her lovingly, back to pulling her closer, one hand slipping up to the back of her neck, holding her to him gently as his fingers slipped into her long brown hair. But before he knew it, she'd broken apart from him, starting to casually mention the water that had completely left his mind centuries ago. His eyebrows rose slightly at the comment, expression clearly dazed as his brown eyes scanned her face, trying to understand what in the world she was talking about. Finally, after a good long moment, he seemed to realize that she was referring to the water he'd offered earlier and he let out a playful groan and shook his head as he pulled her even closer to himself. "What happens if I don't want to let my gem go right now?" he asked playfully, pecking her lips sweetly for a short moment before leaning his forehead against her own, admiring those blue eyes he loved so much. "What happens if I decide that I'm just gonna keep her right here?" he grumbled softly.

Vianna's expression filled with amusement as the boy before her seemed rather puzzled by her casual comment, only coming to realize what she was talking about moments later. Her crystal blue eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and endearment at him, listening as he then asked what would happen if he didn't want to let his gem go right at that moment, and she returned the peck kiss he placed on her lips sweetly. "Then your gem would probably feel very sick and very nauseous, and to be honest, she doesn't really like feeling that way…" she replied with a bit of a pout, shaking her head slightly. As he then added what would happen if he decided that he wanted to keep her right there, Vianna chuckled softly. "Does that mean I get to skip out on my bedtime?" she asked with a bit of a hopeful grin, obviously still a little reluctant to go to sleep so early.

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Ferris's playful expression changed to one of concern as the girl before him spoke, explaining that if he kept her there, she would only grow nauseous and very sick, that she didn't like feeling that way. His smile fell to be replaced by a small frown, realizing that she might've already been feeling ill right then and there. And then she pouted. Pouted! And he felt as though his heart must've bursted right then and there, must've flown out of his chest, vowing never to forgive him for keeping Vianna from drinking her medicine. "I-I'm sorry!" he replied softly, setting her down immediately and gently, trying his best to steady her. It was then that she spoke once more, asking if this meant she get to skip out on her bedtime and he shook his head with a sheepish, still slightly concerned, chuckle. "No, sorry gem," he replied with an amused smile, "You need your sleep," he reminded her softly with a small sigh, obviously not too pleased with himself. "I'm sorry, I-I got sort of carried away I guess...." he muttered softly as he helped her back into bed, a weak, guilty smile on his expression. But he'd completely forgotten that she wasn't feeling well, that she needed to take her medicine, and there he was trying to keep her up in his arms, kissing her like there was no tomorrow! What was wrong with him?! She was probably all nauseous and he was trying to kiss her, holding her up a good three feet off the ground, completely oblivious... "I'll be back in a litle bit," he promised, kissing her forehead for a moment longer than necessary before starting to walk out of the room, running a hand through his curls.

But Vianna had an effect on him, a sort of dazing condition that fell onto him whenever their lips came into contact, and he couldn't believe that he'd been so distracted as to forget that she probably wasn't feeling well. He'd drawn out that kiss too long, he couldn't help but think, she'd probably been hoping to let it come to an end, not feeling well. And there he'd been, a complete dufus, continuing to kiss her like there wasn't a tomorrow...

Vianna blinked, crystal blue eyes slightly puzzled as Ferris suddenly set her back down on her feet with all the worry and concern and guilt in the world washing over his handsome features in a way that got Vianna's forehead to crease slightly, wondering what in the world had gotten the boy to get like that. Was it because she told him that she'd get nauseous if she didn't take her medicine? Well, that was a given, but… she didn't know this simple statement of an inevitable truth would get him like this. The girl was slightly distracted from her thoughts, though, as Ferris shared that she wasn't allowed to skip out on her bedtime, that she needed her sleep. "But I don't want to sleep!" whined the girl in an almost childlike way. But it was true; she didn't want to sleep. She just wanted to stay with her Professor for as long as her body would hold before being consumed by exhaustion. She listened as he then began to apologize, mentioning that he'd gotten too carried away, and Vianna's brows furrowed slightly with mild confusion at this, allowing the boy to lead her back to the bed with a weak guilty smile tainting his features.

"Profess--" the girl started, but she was cut off as Ferris assured her that he would be back in a little bit, awarding the girl a kiss on her forehead before heading out, his aura tense and clearly dissatisfied with himself. What had just happened?! Vianna was completely confused, she wasn't sure why her earlier words had upset her husband this much, but she didn't like it. She didn't like seeing him stressed, she didn't like that guilty expression that had taken over his features; there was nothing for him to feel guilty about! But there wasn't really anything the girl could inquire of him now that he'd left the room and headed down the stairs. So instead she sighed softly to herself, sinking back into the pillows, only to be greeted by Sporco as he hopped off one of the pillows he'd been napping on and settled on the girl's stomach instead, waiting to be petted and spoiled.

Ferris returned to the bedroom about three minutes later, his expression a little less worried but still just slightly guilty as he entered the room, carrying a large glass of water. He gave a faint smile at the sight of his wife petting one of their bunnies, his brown eyes clouded with a bit of thoughtfulness as he approached the side of the bed, taking a seat at her feet as he handed over the glass of water. "Here," he said, admiring the sight of her through his minorly concerned expression. Obviously, his wife was doing just fine, but he couldn't help but just be a little reprimanding of himself for not realizing that Vianna must've still been nauseous, needed to get her medicine. He was starting to imagine the idea that she'd been nauseous the entire time he couldn't keep his lips off her, and there he'd been, stupidly trying to hold onto her for as long as he could.

Moments later, he snapped out of his slight daze, giving a faint smile as he realized that he'd sort of zoned out for a second and he let out a soft sigh. "So...I'm thinking that I'm gonna try and get you some food," he explained with a small smile, eyebrows raising just slightly. "I asked Costa for some types of food that were good for morning sickness and nausea, and she gave me a couple recipes..." His brows furrowed just slightly at the thought of recipes. Cooking. Oh, how he hated cooking. Well, hate was the wrong word probably, because he didn't so much hate cooking, he hated when he failed at cooking, which was nearly all the time.

Vianna couldn't help but smile warmly on instinct as Ferris returned into the room and took a seat on the bed, by her feet. "Thank you," she said softly, taking the glass of water with its one or two drops of medicine he then handed her. The girl took a sip, making a bit of a face, though she was quick to finish the whole glass. Oh wow, she'd been thirsty. She hadn't even been aware of her thirst, though. Once finished, the girl set the glass on the bedside table and returned her blue eyes to the boy sitting across from her, one of her hands still absentmindedly petting the sleepy bunny that was resting on her stomach. The girl said nothing, though; she merely watched him, her crystal blue eyes examining his features attentively, wondering to herself what could've been going through his mind at that moment.

It was then, after a couple moments of silence, that Ferris spoke, sharing with the girl that he was planning to try and get her some food. Vianna's eyebrows rose slightly at this, assuming that the boy was going to go out and get them something when he added that he'd asked Costa for some types of food that were good for morning sickness and nausea. Vianna's eyebrows rose further then, realizing that her husband actually meant he was going to cook for her. The thought and his intentions were undeniably sweet, but… the thought of Ferris alone in the kitchen worried the girl a little. "Professor, you don't have to do that," she said softly, a bit of amusement on the smile beginning to curve her lips. "It's not like I can't get up from bed and do anything myself! I can still cook, it's not a problem," she assured him, giving a soft chuckle at the way her husband kind of made it seem like she couldn't perform even this simple task for herself.

Ferris listened as Vianna reminded him that he didn't have to cook for her, that it wasn't as though she couldn't get up from the bed, that she could still cook. He shook his head with a soft chuckle, giving her a small smile as he admired her amusement, though there was slight hesitance in his gaze at the idea of cooking. "I..." he started, thinking for a moment as he scanned her expression, "I want to try to do this for you," he admitted softly, smile widening just slightly. "I want to do something," he explained with a bit of pleading in his expression. But he couldn't help but feel rather useless, just watching his wife find herself in nausea every few minutes, unable to do anything to help. "I mean, I'm already keeping you from your medicine and lifting you up..." he muttered with a weak smile, instantly giving away what had made him go so worried before he'd left the room. Ferris watched his wife for an extra moment, a bit of guilt still behind his brown eyes as he studied her face, "You're my gem," he reminded her softly with a bit of a smile, his hand gently resting on her ankle, stroking her skin as he kept their gazes locked. "I don't like just having to sit back and watch you get all ill..."

Vianna listened as Ferris explained to her that the real reason he wanted to do this was because he wanted to do something for her, not necessarily because he thought her incapable of doing it herself. The young girl smiled warmly at this, her amusement transforming into endearment, into a charmed smile, obviously rather flattered by her husband's sweet intentions. She listened as he then went on to explain that he'd already kept her from taking her medicine and he had been lifting her up, as if it was the worst thing in the planet, and her smile faded slightly, the pieces slowly beginning to pull together. "Professor, you holding me up or keeping me an extra five minutes from my medicine isn't going to kill me," she assured him with a soft chuckle, blue eyes nearly sparkling at him. She listened as he continued, sharing that he didn't like just sitting back and watching her get all ill, something at which the girl smiled sympathetically. She was quiet for the next couple moments, though, thinking this through… if cooking was what made her husband happy, then she wanted him to go ahead and cook all he wanted. However, she didn't want him to get hurt or anything; she knew how unfamiliar he was with the kitchen. "What if I help you?" she suggested. "Just the first few times, so you get it right, and then after that you can cook by yourself."

Ferris looked up from his gaze that had fallen to the ankle he was currently stroking absentmindedly as Vianna spoke, explaining that keeping her from her medicine an extra five minutes or picking her up wasn't going to kill her. The young man thought about this for a moment, realizing how true these words were, how ridiculous he must've seemed, worrying about something like that. But he couldn't help but feel like his gem was becoming incredibly fragile, and it often slipped his mind, so when he realized that he'd picked her up too much maybe, or kept her from her medicine, it freaked him out. He gave a brief smile at this, his expression looking very much like a little boy who had been concerned over a scary story he'd once heard and was just now realizing how stupid it was to be worried over it. He gave a sheepish smile at his own worries, glancing back down to her tan leg before the girl then suggested that she help him cook, just for the first few times until he got it right.

Ferris watched her for a moment, thinking over this suggestion thoughtfully with his brows slightly furrowed, considering this option. "Alright," he finally agreed with a brief nod and a small smile. It wasn't that he didn't want her there, of course he did. But he wanted to do something for her, do it so she wouldn't have to do it herself. And helping him meant that she had to do something, though he knew that he probably needed it. "But you have to promise you won't do too much, alright?" he asked of her with slightly raised eyebrows, a warmer smile crawling onto his features, brown eyes brightening at the sight of her so near. He playfully pulled her ankle towards him so she slipped closer and closer, until finally she was right in front of him, his hand resting gently on her knee.

Vianna's warm smile widened as Ferris agreed to the idea of letting her help him out with the cooking for at least the first couple times, until he got the hang of it. She hadn't really expected him to agree, but was glad he did, as this way he could do something that made him feel like he was helping (though the girl felt he was already helping her enough by being with her, but she knew that would never satisfy her husband) and she could be a little more relaxed about the idea of him wandering off to the kitchen by himself. Vianna listened as he then went on to ask of her to promise that she wouldn't do too much, and the girl chuckled softly. "Alright, I promise," she said, nodding her head before the boy then began to pull at her ankle, causing the girl to slip from the pillows she was resting on and closer to him instead, Sporco jumping off her stomach and returning to one of the pillows then, obviously disturbed by the sudden movement. The girl giggled lightly at this, sitting up as she came to rest right before the boy, an amused smile adorning her rosy lips. "Alright, Chef Montgomery. Let's go cook some future-mummy food!" she said playfully, leaning in toward the boy and placing her lips upon his own for a moment before getting up from the bed and offering him a hand.

Ferris couldn't help but smile slightly as Vianna spoke, suggesting they go and make some future-mummy food, a statement that got him to laugh aloud. And it hit him again. Future mummy. Vianna was pregnant. It was still so surreal to the young man who hadn't ever been expecting the news he'd received the day before, and it still sent a rush of excitement through his veins. "Alright," he agreed with a brief nod, his smile having widened substantially as he gently returned the sweet kiss she placed on his lips, lovingly as he admired the sight of her getting up from the bed. He took the hand she offered into his larger one, enveloping her own immediately due to the size difference. He led the way downstairs into the kitchen, only stopping when they'd reached their destination and he'd halted next to the stove. "Okay..." he murmured, his expression already clouded with that determined sort of thoughtfulness that he often got when he put his mind to something. "You stay here," he decided, realizing that a good couple feet away from his cooking area would be good, would give him more room to do it himself rather than resorting to her help. Ferris broke out of his determined look for just a moment, enough to flash her a bit of a grin and peck her lips before releasing her hand and taking the recipes out of his pocket, setting them on the counter as he set to work. His brows furrowed slightly in concentration as he tried his best to follow the instructions Costa had given him, thinking over it. Soup, baked potato, bread and cheese. He could do that. The house elf had instructed him to cook foods that weren't too greasy or spicey, a little more bland and filling rather than exotic and grease-filled. At least for the first couple months.

And so he set to work, his brows seeming to be permanently furrowed in concentration as he took out various pots and pans, starting to grab ingredients from cabinets, using a few spells to stir the things on the stove or cut up a few vegetables. All seemed to go well for the first few minutes, until the young man grew confused with how high the stove should be turned up for the soup. He'd gotten it all in one big pot, all of the ingredients in, but the notecard was blurred and as he was holding it over the stove, one hand messing with all the knobs, the small paper slipped from his hand. Unfortunately, Ferris's random turning of knobs resulted in him turning on all the burners without his knowledge, and since the notecard landed on the bottom left one, both the paper and three of his fingertips were scorched with heat as he attempted to pick it up. "Ow!" the young man yelped, pulling back his hand immediately with a jump that brought him nearly three inches off the ground. Ferris, being the 6'3/'4 man that he was, was already stretching the height of their kitchen, and this jump forced his head to ram into the white ceiling, causing another, "Ow!" Grumbling to himself with a number of minor curse words, he turned around, starting towards the sink with his head aching and his fingers burnt a bright red colour.

Vianna gave a soft amused chuckle as Ferris placed her in a specific spot in the kitchen, instructing the girl to stay there while he got to work on one of the recipes that Costa had given him. The girl was amused as she watched him gather everything he'd need, though there was still the slightest hint of uneasiness behind her blue eyes. She knew of Ferris's bad luck in the kitchen and she couldn't help but be a bit paranoid that the boy would find some way to injure himself, which would be very typical-Ferris.

But all seemed to be going well, the boy had managed to use stirring spells well and cut up a few vegetables without cutting one of his fingers in the process, which relieved the girl who was watching all of this with amusement but still a bit of concern. She was able to relax at this point, though, and a smile graced her rosy lips as she assumed things would just keep going well from here. However, they didn't. Her husband had now accidentally turned on all of the burners and dropped the card on which Costa had made notes for him, burning not only the card but his fingers in the process. Vianna jumped slightly, startled and surprised, but before she could even approach the boy, he had already managed to hit his head as well. "Professor! Are you alright?!" asked the girl, quickly hurrying over to his side (though making sure to turn the burners on the stove off first) and taking the boy's injured hand into her own. It seemed fine at that moment, the skin just seemed more red than it should've been, but the girl knew that in just a few more minutes, that skin would turn hard and darker in shade. "Aw, Professor…" she said, turning on the cold water on the faucet and placing the boy's burnt hand into the coming water. After a couple minutes there, the girl pulled back his hand and led him over to the dining table. "I think I should take over from here," she told him with a small smile, quickly heading back over to the stove and turning down the temperature just very slightly on the soup that was still barely started.

Ferris, who was shooting glares at his own hand as though to blame it for its misdoing, stopped his chain of grumbles, cursing his horrible luck in the kitchen as Vianna asked if he was alright, something that got his eyebrows to furrow slightly. "Yeah, I'm fine gem, I promise," he quickly replied with a shake of his head, dismissing this minor burn. He'd had worse, and was more focused on his bad luck than the fingers that were now being run under cool water by his wife. He hated cooking only because he was so horrible at it; it was one of the things that Ferris could just never really get, could never succeed at, which bugged the young man endlessly as he was a learner, a do-er, and it annoyed him when he couldn't do something. He flashed her a sheepish, almost embarrassed smile, hoping desperately that this didn't concern her too much. He knew that she didn't particuarly trust his work in the kitchen, and just as he was beginning to worry that she would be helping him more than he thought he needed, she'd led him over to the table, announcing that she should take over. Ferris, who was gently massaging his hand and fingers, let his eyebrows raise and a disappointed expression fall over his features. "Aw, no, c'mon gem!" he complained softly, getting up from his seat immediately and following her over to the stove. "I can do it, I promise!" he pleaded, brown eyes saddened with his stupid luck. "It's just a little burn, and you know I've always been too tall for this room..." But he wanted to try and do it, even though he knew that even if he did manage to make a meal unscathed, it probably wouldn't turn out edible. His heart sank just slightly at this realization, knowing that even if Vianna let him back in the reigns of the kitchen, it wouldn't turn out well, that he'd just fail again and gain a few more injuries. He wanted to do something for her, he wanted to be able to put her in bed and make her a meal, bring it up to her and know that he'd given his wife something to help her, to make her feel better. But that plan had already dissolved when he allowed Vianna to watch him and help here and there in the kitchen; now she was beginning to cook the whole meal! Ferris couldn't remember ever feeling so useless in just one moment.

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Vianna was distracted pouring some of the vegetables and other things into the pot in which the soup was now boiling, vaguely aware of her husband's complaints until he approached her, pleading to the girl that he could do this, that he'd just gotten a minor burn and he'd always been too tall for this room. Vianna chuckled softly at the boy's words, her crystal blue eyes now turning rather sympathetic at that look she found on his features. She didn't like it. The boy obviously wanted to help, to prove to her that he could be of help (something which she couldn't understand why he felt such a great need to prove, as she already thought of him as perfect help just by being with her). "Professor…" she started softly, lowering the temperature on the soup so that it was low enough that it would allow the girl to distract from it for a moment without it burning. "You don't need to cook for me to help me," she explained to him, blue eyes examining his own brown ones as she spoke. "You're enough help as it is just by being with me… by accompanying me to bed even when I fall asleep ridiculously early, just so that I don't have to sleep alone," she said with a warm smile. "And you're helping me when you accompany me to share the news of our baby to my parents; when you get water for me to drink my medicine in… You're probably not aware of it, but you're doing plenty with just the smallest gestures," she explained to the boy, a warm smile adorning her lips. "Can't you be happy just being with your wife? She really appreciates your presence, y'know… she'd rather cook a whole buffet herself and have you there, than be alone upstairs waiting for you to make something for her…" she confessed with a bit of playfulness, though her words were honest.

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Ferris watched with concerned brown eyes as Vianna turned to look at him with that sweet expression of hers, explaining that he didn't have to cook for her to be a help. He didn't seem to really believe this at first, unable to think of anything else that he could possibly be a help with, this was the only opportunity he thought he had and he was utterly failing at it. But it was then that the beautiful girl before him explained that he was help enough just by being there, by accompanying her to bed just so she didn't have to be alone, by bringing her water for her medicine, for going with her to her parents' to explain that she was pregnant. He took in these words with a slow reaction of realization that she just sort of liked it when he did small things for her, something he hadn't expected to hear, but couldn't help but be happy about. His brows furrowed just slightly as he took in this information, listening as she then asked if he could just be happy being with his wife, a statement that stabbed him in the gut, forcing him to realize that she might've taken this the wrong way, that in all his efforts to be a help, he was leaving her all alone. But the young man remained silent as she continued, explaining how she enjoyed his presence, that she would've rather cooked a whole buffet with him there than be alone upstairs waiting for him to cook something for her. This statement fell onto the boy like a cold bucket of water, his point of view changing completely and totally as he realized what his wife must've been thinking, how she felt about all of this. "Gem..." he grumbled softly, the smallest of smiles coming onto his expression, though he seemed a bit saddened that she thought just being at her side wasn't enough to make him happy. "I would stay at your side every second, every hour of every day if I could," he admitted as his lanky arms slipped around her slender waist, pulling her into his warm chest, holding her comfortably. "I just..." he paused softly, brows furrowing barely as he tried to think of his own thoughts behind his actions. "I feel like it's not enough," he admitted, voice gentle and even as it crossed through the air. "I feel like my sweet little wife has to deal with all of this and I'm just...there," he admitted to her ear softly, one hand coming up her side until it reached her long brown hair, stroking it absentmindedly as he kept her up against himself, enveloped into his frame naturally as they faced one another.

Vianna watched all of the different expressions that washed over her husband's features as he listened to her words, and it was then that he spoke and it was now her turn to listen. So she was quiet and listened attentively to his words, as he explained to her that he would stay at her side every second and every hour of the day, if he could; a confession which got the warmest of smiles to adorn the girl's lightly tanned expression, her crystal blue eyes beginning to sparkle up at the much taller boy before her, enjoying the warmth that came with being so wonderfully close to him. But the girl said nothing yet, and instead listened as he continued, explaining to her that he felt like all of this was not enough, that he felt like she was having to deal with all of this pregnancy and he was just there. The girl's smile faded slightly at this, able to see the boy's point of view, what his train of thought was. "No…" she said softly, shaking her head slightly. But she seemed to grow quiet then, not building on that one small word that had just escaped her lips. Instead, she watched the boy before her, examined his features and his chocolate brown eyes with a bit of guilt behind her own blue-eyed gaze, guilt that he felt this way (oh, the irony of Fervi). She leaned on her toes then, placing her lips very gently upon the boy's. It wasn't an eager kiss, or an excited or enthusiastic kiss. It was very soft, very gentle, and extremely loving. But she kept it brief, pulling back only a couple moments later. "If it makes you feel any better, Professor," she started softly, the slightest hint of playfulness beginning to curve her lips back into a smile, "I'm not going to be like this forever. As the baby develops and I'm further into the pregnancy, there will be other tasks for you to complete," she told him. "But for now, just being with me is more than enough, Professor," she assured him, though she was sure that even if this did make the boy feel good, it wasn't necessarily going to make him stop thinking that he needed to do more. "Why don't we finish up this soup? Together," she suggested, her smile widening. "And if you really want to join in your wife's suffering, you'll have to eat it with me instead of getting something tasty for yourself!" she added, her smile widening to a playful grin, well aware of how much Ferris loved his food.

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Ferris couldn't help but smile softly as Vianna gave a simple 'no' to his words, not bothering to elaborate on the one word that he could understand easily, understand that she just didn't agree with his statements. He looked over at her with slightly guilted brown eyes though these quickly closed as she leaned up in his arms, losing his sense of sight as he instead concentrated on his sense of touch, how good she felt in his arms, the way she slipped up his chest to place her lips on his own; a sweet, soft gesture that he returned for the wonderful moment it lasted, able to sense the loving she put it into it and returning the feeling. As they broke apart, he let his lanky arms keep snug around her slender waist, just loving how perfectly she fit there, how warm she was up against him as he listened to her explain that she wouldn't be like this forever, that as she got further along there would be more for him to do. He smiled slightly at this, seeming to remember this for the first time that day, and listening as she explained that right then, all she wanted was his company. "I can do that," he promised softly, brown eyes sparkling at the girl he was keeping so close to himself, his arms warm around her, keeping her comfortably to his broad chest as she then suggested they finish the soup together, going on to suggest that he eat the same things she was if he wanted to join in on her suffering. "I'll eat whatever you want gem," he promised, knowing that a little soup wouldn't kill him though he usually preferred something more heavy on his stomach. But he'd do it for her, eat the same as she did whenever she wanted. Besides, there wasn't any fun in eating new, more exciting things without sharing them with his wife. His mind had moved onto this now, realizing that his wife wasn't getting to eat as freely as she normally might've in concern that it would upset her stomach. "Aw, my poor gem," Ferris grumbled softly, playfully, pulling her even closer to himself as he let his forehead come to rest on her own, his nose gently brushing hers as his lips slowly started to come down to her level of height. "Now that I know you like me around," he started softly with hints of playfullness still in his tone, lips brushing her own every once in a while with an amused smile, "I don't think I'm ever going to be able to let you go," he grumbled softly before pecking her lips sweetly, then doing it once more, a little more love shining through the gesture.

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Vianna smiled brightly as Ferris assured her that he could just be with her and keep her company as she asked that of him, before he went on to agree that he would eat whatever she wanted. The girl's grin returned then, playful as it had been just a moment ago. "What a considerate husband I've gotten myself!" she shared with a playful giggle, her crystal blue eyes sparkling up at his own brown ones, and her amusement only seemed to grow as he gave an 'aw', showing pity for his much shorter wife who found herself giggling once again. "Please don't make me feel like some pity case, Professor!" she asked of him playfully, though it was true she didn't want the boy to feel nothing more than just sympathy and pity every time he looked at her; she wasn't dying! If anything, she actually hoped she could inspire joy in the boy, joy that they would soon be having a child, and her growing belly would be their constant reminder of that.

Vianna was soon distracted from this thought, though, as the boy then playfully shared with her that he wasn't ever going to let her go, now that he knew that she liked him around. The girl chuckled softly at this, her crystal blue eyes momentarily falling to the soft lips that were teasing her own as he spoke. "I don't think I'd mind that at all," she shared with an amused smile, before he then awarded her a peck kiss the girl was quick to return lovingly, a couple giggles escaping her lips as he then proceeded to peck her lips yet again. And, unable to really help herself now, the girl brought the boy's peck kisses to an end by placing her lips upon his and letting them rest there rather than pull away. She kissed him sweetly, lovingly, but also a bit eagerly, a sort of happiness shining through. But how could she not be happy? Her husband was as excited as she was about this coming child, they had the support of their parents, and the boy before her was no longer feeling bad about the situation they were in (or so Vianna hoped anyway); she couldn't help but be happy at all of this.

Ferris's smile had faded just slightly as Vianna hoped playfully that he wouldn't make her into some pity case, once more pushed into the point of view his wife must've had. He didn't want her to think he thought of her as a pity case! But before he could really contradict her, she'd brought his playful peck kisses to an end by planting a real, loving kiss apon his lips, a gesture that Ferris couldn't refuse, he'd never be able to. He returned the gesture sweetly, his arms pulling her slender waist as close as he could to his broad chest, leaning himself back up against the counter as he continued this kiss with a sense of loving he hadn't expected from himself. But he couldn't help but be happy! Who wouldn't be? He'd just realized that his wife only wanted his company, something that he provided everyday just because he too wanted to be right at her side. He never wanted to let go of her, he never wanted to have to separate for work or for whatever reason, and she'd just assigned him a task that came naturally to the young man. As he finally broke apart (after a good few long moments), his brown eyes fluttered open only to sparkle at the girl before him, the warmest of his goofy lopsided smiles falling onto his features. "So..." he started with hints of playfulness in his tone, "Does this mean that, as your company, my job also involves giving my gem kisses?" he asked sweetly, picking her up a good couple inches off the ground though he hardly realized it (this was often something that happened when Ferris's arms were perfectly snug around her waist, so snug that he could very easily and gently pick her up seamlessly when he wanted her closer, when he wanted to speak more intimately with her). "Because I think I could do that too," he informed her with a bit of a grin, eyebrows raising slightly playfully.

Vianna's own crystal blue eyes were completely dazed, sparkling as brightly as ever as they fluttered open after the wonderful kiss she'd just shared with her husband came to an end. Her expression overall seemed very dazed as she listened to him speak, asking if by being her company, his job also involved giving her kisses. Vianna flashed him a bit of a grin then, her expression now turning a little playful. "Lots, and lots, and lots of kisses!" she confirmed in an almost childlike enthusiastic way that was just so typical of her, a quality of hers that time would never change, especially if she was with her favourite person in the world. A couple giggles escaped the girl's smiling lips then, as he picked her up just a few inches off the floor and shared with her that he believed he could perform that task. Vianna's eyebrows rose slightly at him then, with playfulness in her gaze. "Are you sure?" she asked. "I'm not sure if you can keep up with my high demand on kisses, Professor; I don't want to overwork you," she said with mock concern, amusement in her blue eyes as they gazed upon his brown ones.

Ferris let out a hearty chuckle as Vianna informed him that she'd be needing lots and lots and lots of kisses, a comment he couldn't help but like the sound of. He loved the sound of her giggles, relishing in the way they filled up the air around him with an intoxicating sound that made him smile like an idiot. She was just so...adorable. It was then that she asked if he was sure he was up for the task of giving her kisses, that she wasn't sure if he could keep up with her high demand of them, that she didn't want to overwork him. He let out a soft chuckle at this, their noses touching just slightly as he came closer to her, brown eyes sparkling at the sight of her so close to himself. "I think I'm up to the challenge," he assured her softly as his laughter died down and he was left merely watching the girl, mulling over his own words as a sweet silence fell between them, his eyes glued to her own. And after a couple moments of this, of feeling how close they were, of how good she felt in his lanky arms pressed up against his chest, he found himself unable to take control anymore. His lips had a mind of their own suddenly, and they fell onto her own with a sense of passion he hadn't expected from himself. Ferris was suddenly pulling her closer, leaning back onto the counter more to support both of them as his brown eyes fluttered closed. He couldn't help himself though, for some reason just watching her, of feeling her so close had brought on a sense of desire in him that he couldn't control. He wanted her, more of her, and that was all he knew as his mind fell away and instinct took over.

Vianna flashed the boy before her a small grin as he assured her that he felt he was up to the challenge of showering her in kisses, amusement sparkling in her crystal blue eyes as the two of them chuckled softly to themselves before a silence fell between them; a comfortable silence in which they simply stared at each other, a stare that held no discomfort or shyness or anything of the sort. The couple were way past that phase now (though they could still sometimes get just a bit sheepish), and they felt completely comfortable at this point, as comfortable as you could ever be with your other half. But Vianna's blue eyes eventually left the boy's, wandering off to his lips just as he leaned in and awarded her a rather passionate kiss the girl was quick to return. It's like they knew; in some strange, unique, telepathic way, they knew how to feel what the other person was feeling, how to mold into an emotion or a feeling that would create for a harmonious scene where the both of them were on the exact same page.

The girl's arms came to rest comfortably around his neck then, blue eyes closed as she concentrated only on her sense of touch and how wonderful her husband's lips felt on her own. There was always a sort of spark every time they kissed, a spark that was as powerful now as it had been when they'd first met, first kissed, if not more. But eventually, after a few very long moments of this, Vianna was forced to pull back, her crystal blue eyes fluttering open. "Professor," she started, looking the slightest bit startled, "The soup."

Ferris was completely dazed, completely caught up in the kiss he was sharing with his favourite person on the planet, his arms refusing to let any space come between them. He wanted it to go on forever, he never wanted it to have to come to an end, his mind refusing to look at anything besides this kiss, this connection that they had whenever their lips came into contact. But unfortunately for the young man, Vianna pulled away eventually, saying his favourite nickname and following it up with a mention of soup. But he was far too dazed to really take any of these words into account, his eyelids shut for a couple more moments before they finally fluttered open to reveal a completely dazed set of chocolate brown eyes. His face held a lopsided sort of goofy grin, only having eyes for the girl before him as he gently pecked her lips softly once more, not seeming to register that she'd said anything until a couple moments later, after a few more loving peck kisses. "What did you say gem?" he asked softly, gently beginning to place loving kisses to her neck, pushing back her long brown hair with the warmest of smiles.

Vianna watched her husband with amusement as his brown eyes remained closed for an extra couple moments before finally fluttering open to reveal a dazed gaze that got the girl to smile warmly at him, admiring that lopsided goofy grin of his that she loved so much, that always made her want to go and kiss him again. But before she could think about that, the boy had already pecked her lips. She giggled lightly at the gesture, returning the kiss just before he proceeded to place a number of kisses on her lips, all of which the girl returned with smiling lips and accompanied with giggles sometimes. As the boy then asked what she had said, Vianna's eyebrows rose at him, only slightly distracted by the kisses he was placing on her neck now, which got her to squirm slightly on instinct. "I know we're married, Professor, but isn't it still a little too soon to be ignoring your wife and not paying attention to what she says?" she asked teasingly, well aware the boy wasn't purposely ignoring her because he found her to be a nag or anything, but rather he'd just been distracted by that daze that had fallen upon him and the wonderful short, peck kisses he'd been awarding her.