Friday night

We were on the couch of the living room, I was kind of sit down over his lap, playing with his hands while talking about tomorrow's events, we had to do the groceries after job and were thinking about the food we were missing at home. And I swear I couldn't think anything but what a handsome and amazing man he is and for a minute I stopped talking and playing with our hands because I was just looking at him talking, then he stayed quiet as well. And I meowed and he laughed out hard. 

- You're so cute I just want to bite you. I said pretending I cry.

- You say you're a cat, but that seems more like a dog to me. He said kidding and I took my chance to lick a bit of his bearded chin.

- There you go. He said a bit annoyed looking somewhere else while cleaning his chin and I pecked him. And he gave it back in a real kiss, as I started passing my fingers through his hair, he was sliding his hand under my sweater and before he gets to my t-shirt I tried to stop it.

- Wa...it... I said vaguely and almost without a will while still kissing him, so he didn't stop. And I reminded myself it was now or never because if we'd continue I wouldn't be getting it.

- Wait, wait. I said agitated and sitting properly while pulling down my t-shirt and sweater. 

- What? He said with a shaken voice moving his hands around my waist, so I stood up. He stood up too.

- You told me we were going to have crispy chicken today. I said firmly, trying to recover myself.

- Are you kidding me!? He said shocked and brought me closer to him while threatening with kissing me again. 

- No! I said frustrated looking straight at him kind of mad, but also kind of laughing. You said we'll go to eat chicken outside today and if... I won't want to leave the house anymore! And I want to eat it now, you promised last week. I claimed, wondering if this will make me appear like a capricious child in his eyes. I was just asking him to fulfill his promises, I waited patiently for all this time as he asked.

- You want chicken right now? He asked.

- Yes. I said trying to be serious.

- Oh God, I can't believe this. It seems that you never eat chicken. He said a bit annoyed, letting me go and walking to the room. I followed him, trying my best not to laugh.

- I wouldn't get like this over crispy chicken if you'd allow me to eat it more often, but I have this strict and horrible diet that I must follow in order to keep a healthy body because my metabolism sucks, so forgive me if I get over excited when I think about chicken on Friday night... I said with an apologetic voice. He sat down on the border of the bed.

- Have you been waiting for this the whole week? He asked looking at me seriously.

- Yes. I just didn't insist because you said Friday night. I really like crispy chicken. I said with a grimace.

- More than me apparently. He said still a bit annoyed while standing up and going to the kitchen to grab some water, I followed him of course.

- I like you to another level. But I need to take my opportunities to eat chicken, you don't say yes to me all the time and it has nothing to do with the price because chicken is not even expensive. You just know I must keep my diet so you don't let me eat that chicken freely. So I obey you and I don't cheat on my diet, no matter how many times I wish to, but now I need that chicken. I tried to explain.

- You "need" that chicken. He said emphasizing my words, to point out the absurdity of them.

- Hubby. I said a bit annoyed now. The wifey says since she married you, she sticks to the diet like if this is a sacred word, and she does her exercises without skipping and she takes good care of her/your body but she needs some yummy chicken sometimes. He laughed a bit.

- Why are you talking in the third person now? Can't bear to say what a gluttonous you are? He said making fun of me.

- She says you shouldn't be bothering her because she's nearly giving up on food for you and that must tell you how much she adores you. She's planning on depriving you of something you really like for you to feel her, even better! Give you too much of something since you're better at holding it than her, but worse at exceed, so you may feel the effort. I said while serving myself some water too and drinking.

- It's not for me, but for us. And sweets aren't real food and that chicken isn't the best for her health, still, I allowed to go. Also if we take so much care of her body if for the babies we plan to have in the future, not because I want and that's it. He said holding my hand now.

- The wifey says she is happy and thankful that you're allowing her to eat crispy chicken tonight and she apologies for having stopped it... but if you guys would've taken it further she wasn't going to leave the house she knows better because she can be so lazy sometimes. Also, she wants to get some fresh air, that's why she didn't even consider delivery, even if she is thinking about it now. I said moving my head to the left while looking somewhere else like thinking.

- We should walk a bit if we're going to get that many calories. He said while bringing my hand to his mouth and kissing it. Come on chicken-lady, let's get some chicken. He said smiling.

- Yay! I screamed putting my both arms up and he laughed.

- I still can't believe you've putten chicken above me. He said pretending to be displeased now.

- Aw, did I hurt your man's pride? I said not falling into his trap while getting closer to him and looking up at him directly in the eyes since he's much taller than me. 

- Oh you, little... He was saying and couldn't continue to cause my lips reached his to engage in a sweet kiss while placing his hands behind my back.

- But now let's get some chicken. I said smiling and hugged him and he laughed again.

Will I ever get rid of my love for sweet comics?
I don't think so. This is my new thing: Catana Comics.

- Yes, yes. He said leaving the kitchen and I followed him. He got his sweater, I got my scarf and a jacket because a sweater wouldn't make it for me. We turned off the lights and left the house. And we walked down the street to the center to get some chicken, while I put one of the hands and his jacket's pocket so that he wouldn't have space and he put his arm around my neck and felt even warmer. There I was, happy and bright, by the hand of the man of my life, going to get my favorite food in the world, certainly, I couldn't ask for more. I wonder what could I do for him to feel the exact same way and as I looked at him smiling, I imagined he was enjoying it too.