Lovesick

Natalie sat on the mattress in the middle of the winter garden while Alonso laid his head on her lap. It was almost as if he were a massive cat or a docile panther, closing his eyes and listening to her songs while she occasionally played with his ear or ran her fingers through his soft hair. If it were anyone else other than the two of them, they might have been more concerned with how perfect the stars looked through the glass on such a lovely spring night. However, the two of them were too absorbed in each other to notice anything else.

"Natalie," he said when she finally placed the microphone on the ground next to them.

"Hm?"

"No offense to caramel popcorn, but this is in no way what you should be eating right now."

She laughed, "It's fine to skip dinner every now and then. It wasn't even a meal for me before I married you."

"…I see," he sounded a bit dejected.