OOC: Bahahaha! I know, right?! I don't know how to deal with this!

"Spaghetti," Ferris repeated in a mutter with a disbelieving shake of his head, eyes rolling up to the ceiling as she announced that her appetite had now changed to a different Italian dish. He was obviously not too happy, stretched to his limit it would seem, that Vianna was just too stubborn to eat the meal he'd gone majorly out of his way to get in the early hours of the morning. On Saturdays, Ferris took his time getting out of bed, he had a great morning usually because it was relaxed, he had time. But today, even though it'd been a decided lazy morning, he'd gone all the way to Italy in order to get his wife a lasagna she'd now decided she didn't want because it'd taken too long to get. It was then that she threw him another look, sarcastically apologizing on her appetite's behalf that it didn't work to his convenience. "You're being completely crazy right now, are you aware of that?!" the young man called back from the other side of the kitchen, oblivious to his pets at the moment. "I got you what you wanted, I'm trying my best to be a good husband, and you're just... You're being stubborn about it! I want to be good for you, I want to get you whatever you want! I did that, you hate it, and I don't know what you want me to do anymore!"

ooc: Me either!

Vianna listened quietly but unwillingly to her husband's complaints; she didn't really have much of a choice as he was right there in the kitchen and she had to finish up her breakfast meal that was more like a lunch meal than anything else. She set the sauce on low heat so it remained warm but didn't burn off completely as she waited for the spaghetti to cook and lose their hard texture; and as she waited, she turned to the boy still standing by the doorway, her arms crossed over her round, growing belly. Her gaze was still disapproving, almost fiery as she merely watched him with eyes that were far from loving or grateful, but rather annoyed and spiteful. She listened as he explained to her that she was being crazy, that he'd gotten her what she wanted and he was trying to be a good husband, but she was just being too stubborn, that he simply didn't know what to do anymore. "Well you could start by lowering your voice, you're upsetting Gabe," said the girl sourly, her tones far from warm and kind as they usually were whenever she addressed the boy. "All I wanted was an accurate time estimate, if you were going to leave for half an hour then you should've just told me so! What was I supposed to think for the extra twenty minutes you were gone?" she asked before deciding she preferred not to even talk about this anymore, turning around and opening the cabinets, pulling out a plate to serve her breakfast on, though it wasn't ready yet. But she wanted something to do, anything to do, that didn't involve talking to the boy who she was so set on hating at the moment.

Ferris's fiery expression seemed to soften just slightly as Vianna told him to lower his voice as he was upsetting Gabe, his gaze falling down to her belly as though expecting to see a crying baby there or something. He remained silent then, watching with furrowed brows as Vianna explained that she just wanted an accurate time estimate, asking what she was supposed to have thought for the extra twenty minutes he was gone. He knew it was rhetorical, but this question rather intrigued the boy over all else she'd said. Was this why she was really upset? He was just downright confused at this point. "You were thinking something when I was gone?" he asked with raised eyebrows, studying the back of her as she rummaged through the cabinets for a plate. "I mean, besides annoyance," he added in a mutter, his tones far from the sweetness they usually carried around her.

Vianna's brows furrowed slightly in mild confusion and curiosity as Ferris asked if she had been thinking something while he was gone, besides annoyance. At that last bit, the girl turned around and rolled her eyes at him. "I might've," she muttered a bit stubbornly, wondering vaguely what the boy must've been thinking that got him to ask that question. "I mean, perhaps something had happened to you... or perhaps you just wanted some extra time away from your nagging wife," she suggested, her voice lowering a bit as she had been talking a little louder than she usually did in her annoyance. She turned back to the spaghetti then, waiting rather impatiently for it to be ready.

Ferris was just about to give up on his quest for an answer as Vianna spoke, muttering stubbornly about how she 'might've' been thinking something while he was away. Assuming that he wasn't going to get a real answer, his eyes rolled up to the ceiling once more before snapping back to her as her voice then continued to drift through the air. His eyebrows rose just slightly as she suggested that perhaps something had happened to him in those extra twenty minutes he was away...or maybe he just wanted some extra time away from his nagging wife. His heart fell at the words, guilt suddenly slipping into his expression as she turned around to the stove once more, leaving him to mull over her statement. Here he was, thinking that she was just being a little brat about changing her meal, and she'd gotten upset because she was...worried? Brows furrowed, he watched her for another moment before silently taking steps closer until he was right behind her, slowly letting his arms slip around her extending waistline as though afraid she might slap his touch away. He then began to press small, sweet kisses to the back of her shoulder, very gently making his way up the back of her neck in a silent explanation of his guilty feelings. After a few long moments of this, after what could've been hours of comfortable silence, his deep voice murmured softly to her ear, "I've hardly ever left your side once in the past six years," he started, nose gently coming to her temple. "I have never felt such a pull to one person in my entire life, like the pull I have to be with you any chance I can," Ferris reminded her ear in a soft murmur. "I never want to stay away from you."

Vianna was rather surprised as she suddenly felt her husband's presence so near to her, her eyebrows raising as she suddenly felt his arms slip around her waist, a gesture she hadn't been expecting in the slightest at this moment, not with the way things had been going just a moment ago. The girl was even more surprised when his lips suddenly met the back of her shoulder, causing the skin there to grow goosebumps as it was caught off-guard with something it hadn't expected. But she said nothing, quietly stirring the spaghetti and waiting for it to cook to its proper, edible state. It was then that the boy behind her spoke, explaining to her how he hardly ever left her side once in the past six years, something the girl couldn't really argue with since it was true, but she remained silent and listened as he continued, explaining how he'd never felt a pull to one person in his entire life, like the pull he felt to be with her any chance he could. Vianna's lips slowly began to curve into a small smile at these words, widening further as he added that he never wanted to stay away from her. And it was like this that hormonal!Vianna slowly began to fade away and normal Vianna returned, even if it was just temporarily as the hormones weren't going to behave forever and she'd still be having mood swings like this throughout the pregnancy, or at least this part of it. "I'm sorry," she muttered softly, her crystal blue eyes glued to the spaghetti she was preparing.

Ferris watched with rather hesitant brown eyes as Vianna's rosy lips very slowly curved up into the smallest of her beautiful smiles, listening as she then apologized softly in a mutter. "I'm sorry too," he told her ear gently, a warm smile slowly beginning to creep onto his pale face. "I just..." he started, sorting out his thoughts with a bit of a sigh. "I want to do well. As a husband. I want to do everything I can for you," he explained to her ear softly. After a couple moments he continued, "Because you're my gem. You're my one and only gem," Ferris reminded her with a small smile still prominent on his expression, his lips very gently finding the skin on her shoulder once more, his breath warm on her skin. "And I love you very, very much..." The young man explained to her, all the while planting sweet kisses along her skin. "Mon bijou..."

Vianna listened as the boy behind her continued, explaining that he was sorry as well, and that he wanted to do well as a husband, that he wanted to do everything he could for her. The girl was quiet as she listened to this, her expression warming further as she continued listening, obviously charmed by the boy's words but at the same time growing more and more guilty. "I love you too, Professor," she replied softly to his last few words, the spaghetti finally ready now. But she seemed barely aware of that at the moment, turning around to face her husband then, her growing belly standing between them. "I really am sorry, Professor," she muttered, guilt evident in her blue eyes and a bit of sheepishness on her overall expression. "I don't know what comes over me sometimes...."

Ferris merely smiled as Vianna told him she loved him too, obviously oblivious to her guilt as he leaned in to kiss her neck once more. But before he could reach her soft skin, she'd turned around with a clearly apologetic expression on her lightly tanned face, apologizing once more wholeheartedly, explaining that she didn't know what came over her at times. His brows furrowed slightly at this statement, a slight frown on his pale face as he realized that she was actually feeling guilty about all of this. "Hey," he murmured to her softly, a hand coming up to gently tilt her chin upwards to look at him. "It's not your fault," he reminded her seriously, before a moment later he allowed a lopsided sort of smile fall into his expression. "All those hormones and the need to grouch at your annoying doof of a Professor comes with being a beautiful little pregnant lady," Ferris reminded her playfully, admiring the sight of her for a long moment as his brown eyes rested upon her blue ones.

Vianna's gaze, which had absentmindedly fallen for a moment there, lifted as the boy before her took her chin gently into his hand, explaining to her simply that it wasn't her fault, that all those hormones and the need to grouch at him came with being a beautiful little pregnant lady. The girl chuckled softly at these words, her gaze leaving his for a moment as she chuckled before returning to him, warmer than it had been before, loving but still a little bit guilty. "Well, as long as you don't hate me too much..." she said with a small smile, one of her hands absentmindedly coming to rest on her growing belly, sensing how little Gabe seemed to have grown still as his parents finally quieted down and there was no more tension to make him uneasy.

Ferris's smile, which had returned with his statements and the arrival of his wife's own smile, fell substantially as Vianna mentioned that it was okay as long as he didn't hate her too much, a statement that he'd never heard from her before. After a few moments of disbelieving silence, he finally spoke. "Do you really think that I could hate you, Vi?" he asked with obvious concern in his expression. He pulled her closer on instinct, his arms warm and secure around her as he brought her closer to his chest, gentle on her belly. "I could never, not in a million years, even dislike you," the young man informed her softly, brown eyes hoping desperately for her to understand. But he didn't like this. He didn't like this at all. He didn't want Vianna to actually think he wanted to stay away from her! That he hated her! That was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard of. "I love you more than anything else in the universe, I've felt that way since I was seventeen years old! You're the only woman that I've ever loved and the only one that I will continue to love for the rest of my life, alright?" Ferris explained to her, watching her with his honest brown eyes fixed to her blue ones. "Now I don't care if you send me to the other side of the planet to get you the perfect piece of cheesecake! You're my gorgeous wife who's carrying my baby boy," he reminded her with a grin. "And I'm gonna come crawling back to you with ten different choices of that stupid cheesecake because that's what you are to me. You're worth everything and more. You deserve everything I can give you and more."

Vianna gave the boy before her a weak smile as he asked if she honestly thought he could ever hate her, giving a bit of a shrug. But she listened quietly as he continued, explaining to her that he could never dislike her, that he loved her more than anything else and had felt that way since he was only seventeen. Vianna smiled warmly at this, memories of their very first days together coming to mind, though she remained silent and listened to him continue, assuring her that she was the only one he loved and the only one he would continue to love for the rest of his life, that he didn't care if he had to go to the other side of the planet to get her the perfect piece of cheesecake, and other beautiful things that had the girl at a daze at that moment, so charmed and in love with the boy before her that she could almost feel herself melting away right before him. And she was quiet as he spoke, and remained silent even after he was finished. Her crystal blue eyes merely admired his own brown ones, sparkling brighter than ever, overwhelmed with all the love she felt coming in her direction from the boy before her, by how wrong she could be when she allowed the hormones to take over. "I love you, Professor," she said softly, simply, after a few long moments of silence. "More than words could ever explain," she added, giving him a warm smile before leaning on her toes and placing her lips upon his own, unable to keep herself from feeling a sudden urge to just kiss him at that moment, to show him how his words made her feel and how despite her mood swings and everything that was going on at the moment, she was still the same Vianna he had married, the same Vianna that loved him more than she had ever loved anything or anyone in her whole entire life, the same Vianna that wanted no one but him and felt completely excited about starting a family with him, building a future with him.

OOC: I'm off for now Deeee Derupersss! I'll see you tomorrow!

Ferris watched with honest brown eyes as Vianna remained silent for a good few moments, a silence that the boy couldn't quite find the reason behind but didn't really care either; he was too preoccupied with watching those blue eyes sparkle at him in the way that got his heart to jump in his chest. She was too beautiful... He knew that much. Whenever she looked at him with those eyes and that face... He just sort of froze, shocked almost by how pretty she was to him, how even the smallest things were unintentionally adorable. But it was then that she broke the silence sweetly, informing him that she loved him more than words could ever explain. He grinned at this, a very Ferris-like lopsided grin as he admired her with sparkling brown eyes, "Ditto," he replied with traces of playfulness in his tone, though his smile faded slightly into a calm, loving expression as she then stood up on her toes to place a kiss on his lips. Having anticipated the gesture since she started leaning up, Ferris's arms pulled her closer very gently, his lips beginning to return the kiss as lovingly as he could muster. But he wanted her to feel his feelings, he wanted her to know not hear what he was thinking and how he was feeling about her. Because he still loved her more than anything else and he never for a second wanted her to doubt that. Ever. The young man showed it in his kiss, the way he savored every moment of it, how he couldn't help but lose his mind in it, to drift off to ViannaLand.

ooc: Byeeeeee, Rutherssss!

Vianna was able to feel, to sense all of the boy's thoughts and feelings in the way he returned her loving kiss, her lips curving slightly into a smile as they shared this sweet gesture. It was perfect, she loved kisses like these, kisses that allowed them to peek into each other's minds and read each other's thoughts for a moment, completely understand each other's feelings. However, as much as the girl would have loved the kiss to last forever, she had to pull away eventually, shortness of breath just being another pregnancy symptom; and as she pulled back, her crystal blue eyes fluttered open. She smiled warmly at the sight that greeted her, completely lost in his gaze for the next few silent moments. Everything was perfect, sweet... until she realized, the spaghetti behind her was now starting to burn. Panicked, the girl was forced to tear her gaze away from his own and turn back to the stove where her 'breakfast meal' was burning.

Ferris couldn't help but feel as though he hadn't kissed his wife like this in ages, as though they hadn't gotten the chance in years. But sometimes they got so caught up in their jobs and the doctor's appointments that they rarely just got to kiss one another, really kiss like they so enjoyed. He'd nearly forgotten how much he loved those kisses, how they felt like oxygen to him, reminding him of how amazing it was that he could ever live without them. It seemed impossible to go too long without them ever again as Vianna broke apart from him with one of those smiles that seemed to make his heart fall over right then and there. He gave the warmest of his lopsided smiles at the sight of her, brown eyes sparkling down at her as they shared a few long moments of just exchanging gazes. But soon enough she had turned around with a panic-stricken expression on her beautiful face and before he could ask what was wrong, he understood the problem by the way she immediately tried to revive the pasta in the pot. Ferris gave a sympathetic grimace at the burnt spaghetti and turned his gaze from it back to his wife before letting his chin rest on her shoulder. "Are you really, really sure you don't want that lasagna?" he asked softly.

Vianna gave up hope on her spaghetti when she found herself covered up in a small, thin cloud of smoke and the pasta refused to leave the pot, as if glued to it, though in reality it was just burnt onto it. The girl sighed softly to herself and began to clean up the mess when the boy behind her spoke, asking if she was sure she didn't want that lasagna. Vianna paused for a moment there, her brows furrowing slightly. Honestly? She wanted the lasagna; but after that whole tantrum she'd thrown earlier refusing to eat it, it kind of hurt her pride to go against her own earlier words, even if it had all been a lie and she'd wanted her lasagna all along. But that was one thing that would never change about the girl - her stubborn Vincenzi pride, it was just something that ran in the family. However, the girl felt forced to push it aside this time, for the sake of Gabe and giving her body what it really craved; and so, rather unwillingly, she turned around to face her husband, letting out a sigh before admitting in a mutter, "...I want the lasagna." Her brows furrowed slightly, her gaze fell to their pets absentmindedly, looking an awful lot like the stubborn little kid she could be at times, even if she was actually a full-grown woman carrying a baby now.

Ferris watched his wife's expression from his spot on her shoulder as she so obviously turned reluctant to admit whatever she was going to say. But he remained patient, waiting for as long as she needed until she turned around to face him, only to further reveal that rather unwilling expression on her beautifully tanned face. He gave a faint smile at the sight of it, guessing at what she didn't want to tell him. Ferris was very aware of his wife's pride, of her reluctance to give in to things when it would hurt that pride, but he also knew that she really wanted this lasagna. He didn't want her to feel bad about taking it, as obviously her body was craving it, and so he knew that he would never say anything that even resembled gloating when she finally fessed up to wanting to the lasagna. As she did just that, the warmest of smiles fell onto his pale expression as he admired the sight of her, especially with those eyebrows furrowed so adorably. He leaned in and very gently planted the sweetest of kisses to her rosy lips, a strong sense of passion behind the gesture as he continued it for a few long moments without any reservations. But he didn't want her to feel like she was losing, he didn't want her to think that he was happy she'd given in, that he was gloating or anything of the sort. He wanted her to just understand that he wanted to give her whatever she wanted. Oh, and he also really really wanted to kiss her again. And so the young man's lanky arms kept her close for what could've been hours as he kissed her as sweetly as he could, one hand coming up to hold her jaw until he broke apart a few long moments longer. "Let's go get you that lasagna," he murmured to her with a warm smile on his pale face, brown eyes sparkling at the sight of her as he took her hand and started back in the direction of the stairs.

ooc: I gotta go for an hour or so! Idk if you'll be on then, but hopefully I'll see you later Ruthersss!

Vianna wasn't really aware of the warm smile that had just graced her husband's expression, as her gaze was still far from his own, absentmindedly watching as Sporco and Pigro playfully tackled each other on the wooden floors of the kitchen, while Amber stood a short distance away merely watching the rabbits as if they were insane. Vianna was distracted from this, though, as she suddenly found Ferris's lips upon her own, a gesture she hadn't been expecting at all and caught her completely off-guard; but she returned it as lovingly as she could once the surprise washed away, her crystal blue eyes sparkling dreamily as the kiss eventually came to an end and she was left just admiring the face before hers dreamily, clearly dazed. She snapped out of it, though, as he spoke and took her hand, leading the girl over to the stairs. Vianna smiled faintly, following the boy's lead out of the kitchen and up the stairs, over to their bedroom. This Lazy Saturday morning might have started a bit chaotic, but the girl was happy now, and felt extremely lucky to have the boy at her side as her husband.

OOC: Ok Dee Derupersss! Bye for now! I'm not sure if I'll be on... I dunno, but I'll definitely be on at some point today!

Before long, the couple had made their way back to the upstairs bedroom to continue their Lazy Saturday morning as it should have been in the first place. Ferris seemed rather pleased with the sort of dreamy look his wife's expression held, sure that he too was holding the same sort of daze in his face. But he couldn't help but be much happier now that he had his wife back to her normal happy state, that he had the whole morning to spend with her and then a rather eventful afternoon to surprise her with. The young man led her over to her side of the bed before returning to the other side of the room to close the door and grab the plate of lasagna which had now turned from its steaming state to a more edible, nicely warmed state. "Now you have to tell me if it's too cold," Ferris murmured as he walked back over to her, climbing onto the bed absentmindedly as he handed the plate to her. "It looks okay, but I'll warm it up for you if it's not hot enough," he promised as he laid back into the pillows, brown eyes still fixed on her pretty face for a moment before he grabbed her hand in his own and very gently placed a kiss to the back of it. He flashed her a bit of a grin, lopsided as always, before preoccupying himself with placing kisses on each of her fingers and knuckles, each one rather adoring. But he didn't like fighting with his wife, and when their fight had ended, it would appear as though he was reminded of why he loved her so much in the first place. He couldn't help but kiss her lovingly, wherever he could. He'd missed being around her without the stress of work or the baby.

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.

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.

Vianna's smile widened slightly at Ferris's response before she returned her attention to the plate resting on her lap, very quickly finishing off the rest of that large slice of lasagna the boy had placed there earlier. But she was eating for two now, and so the girl couldn't help her need to finish everything off quickly, to eat it all in large greedy bites. It was a rather amusing sight, since Vianna had never been that way, but she had no real control over herself now, and Gabe required her to eat a lot and quite often. As Ferris then asked her if she wanted something to drink, Vianna returned her gaze to him and shook her head slightly. "Not really, thank you," she replied politely. "But... I would like a napkin," she added a little sheepishly, having made a bit of a mess on her face when she'd devoured her food.

Ferris's brown eyes were sparkling with endearment as Vianna denied the need for a drink but rather a need for a napkin, his gaze scanning that cute face now covered in bits of sauce. "Vi," he groaned out in a bit of a playful complaint, sitting up in bed so he could better see her expression. "Why on earth are you so," he kissed her forehead, "..unfairly," he continued, kissing her temple sweetly, "..adorable to me?" he asked with a bit of a grin, admiring her for another moment before hopping off the bed and heading down the stairs in search for a napkin. He returned a few moments later, carrying two napkins and unceremoniously hopping back onto the bed rather like a child. He flashed her a bit of a grin as he handed her the napkins, taking his place at her side. "For you, my dear," he told her as he took her plate away by magic, setting it back over on the desk.

Vianna blinked, her eyebrows raising just very slightly as her husband groaned her name in a way that worried her for a second there, worried she might have annoyed him with her requests or something of the sort, until he suddenly sat up on the bed and awarded her a kiss on the forehead. This got the girl to relax and her smile to return, listening as he complained that she was so unfairly adorable to him, all the while still awarding the girl kisses. She giggled lightly at this complaint, both flattered and amused, and watched as the boy then left her side and left the room, returning a few moments later with napkins for her. "Grazie," muttered the girl, flashing him a smile as she took the napkins he handed her and used them to wipe the sauce off her face, feeling rather childlike at the moment. But she wasn't one to go and make a total mess of herself like that, so it was a little unusual and even a bit amusing to see herself like this. "I think it's safe to assume our little Gabe will grow up to have a very Italian appetite," said the girl, smiling down at her belly as she absentmindedly passed a hand over it. It was still fairly small, and she was actually looking forward to seeing it grow larger, just because it meant they would be so much closer to carrying their child in their arms. "But I'm sure he'll be very English in other ways," she added, rather looking forward to seeing not only what their child would look like, but what he would act like as well, what his personality would be.

OOC: Not sure how long I'm on for at this moment . Hopefully on for a least a little while. Either way, I'll still try to get on later tonight!

Ferris listened as Vianna spoke, mentioning that it was safe to assume that their little Gabe would grow up to have a very Italian appetite. He grinned at this statement, his mind wandering off, thinking of what their future son might be like. Their little Gabe. It sounded nice. He was snapped back to reality as she continued, suggesting that their little boy would be very English in other ways, something that got the young man's eyebrows to raise playfully. "Oh yeah?" he murmured, slipping an arm around her and very gently pulling her towards himself, planting a sweet kiss to her cheek. "And in what ways do you think that he'll be so English? Maybe he'll just be completely Italian like his mum," Ferris suggested playfully, pulling the many blankets and sheets back over them as his other hand came to rest on her belly as it had naturally been doing recently.