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Nikki's POV, 1st April 2005

Two days from now and we'd be back out on the road, we'd actually both been organised for once and actually packed everything and got all our suitcases packed ready to go because usually we did that last minute and end up leaving things out, having to then buy things on the road, not ideal.

So, before we went back out I wanted to do something for Vince... nothing too extravagant but I just wanted to do something, I wasn't good at much outside of music but I'd decided to cook Vince dinner, I wasn't a master chef or anything, I usually left cooking to Vince and frankly I can't cook foods like chicken for shit, I either undercook them or overcook them to shit but I could cook pasta and stuff relatively well do that's what I'm doing, it's be embarrassing if I couldn't cook pasta, I am part Italian after-all.

Vince right now was sorting shit out upstairs as our closet was a mess, and to be productive he'd decided to conquer the challenge, so this gave me the opportunity to start cooking, I wasn't entirely sure what I was doing, I was kinda winging it but what's the worst that can happen?

I hadn't set anything on fire yet so I'm taking that as a good sign.

I hated cooking from scratch, I liked microwaved meals or sauces in jars, I didn't have the culinary experience for cooking from nothing, but here I am- god, the things I do for love.

If you'd have told me I'd be cooking for a significant other back when I was a teenager I'd have laughed and said that one, I'd never be that much of a bitch and two, nobody would ever love me that much to want to be with me romantically, I got it very wrong.

Maybe Vince was fucked up for falling for me but I don't think he cares, and honestly neither do I, I like being in love and I like loving Vince, even if it's fucked that Vin loves me I'm so fucking happy he does, I'd be so lost without him in my life.

As I got about half way through cooking dinner, I hear footsteps approaching the kitchen and instantly knew it was Vince, like it'd be anyone else anyways.

I heard him enter the room behind me and then approach me, stopping right behind me and I can just feel the confusion radiating off the blonde "Wanna tell me what exactly you're doing?" Vince wonders wrapping his arms around me.

"I'm making dinner"

"Why?"

"As a thank you" I shrugged "It's not a lot but you deserve it, you deserve the world for putting up with my ass, if I could give you that then I would but I can't, so you'll have to settle for my cooking- I promise I won't give you food poisoning, it's spaghetti... I don't think salmonella is in pasta"

Vin chuckled gently and placed a kiss to my shoulder "I don't think so either, thank you baby- I appreciate it"

"Well, you're worth it... always, you wouldn't catch me busting my ass in the kitchen for anyone else"

"I'm so lucky, aren't I?" Vin snorted lightly "But maybe it's good I'm the only one you cook for, that way you can't poison anyone else, I'll be your only cooking casualty"

"Hey" I laugh "Dick, I'm not that bad, am I? I've only given you food poisoning three times in our entire relationship"

"Still three times to many though hun" Vince teases.