"Hey, I'm not stupid," he bantered back. "I wouldn't' dream of getting between you and your chocolate, kitten."

He had a specialty box of truffles ready to slip into her desk on Monday. Just imagining her reaction made him smile.

He was glad that her stomach didn't appear to be rebelling at the moment. Knowing why it happened, and knowing that it was a natural part of pregnancy didn't make it any easier to accept it when she got sick to her stomach. He finished his pot roast and took a few sips of wine before speaking again.

"I like to think so," he murmured softly. And then he turned a little to face her. "So was there any particular reason you wanted it to just be us tonight?" He'd noticed right away that Henry wasn't around, and he had his suspicions as to why, which was why he hadn't broached the subject until now. If she decided to say no, he wanted them to at least have had a nice meal together before the pain her denial would cause.

"Not that I'm complaining," he added, with a soft smile, leaning in to kiss the corner of her mouth.