Landon blanches. “That’s ridiculous. What kind of psycho eats that way?” Landon starts to massage my feet as he rants. I bite my lip to contain the moan his heavenly fingers are trying to pull form me.

“Your father deserves to be flogged. And for the record, you are not fat.”

This causes a burst of laughter to tumble free.

“You’re not!”

I gesture to my protruding belly and raise my eyebrow.

“You’re pregnant. It doesn’t count as being fat.”

I repress my smile. “Wow, aren’t you the charmer. Despite the pregnancy I have never been heavier than when I moved into this house. I think I gained twenty pounds in the last year.”

“In all the right areas, Beagchaithnini sneachta. All the right places.”

Landon playfully leers at my chest, and I attempt to sit up and swat his shoulder. “You pervert!”

Landon grabs me under my shoulders when my sit-up attempt causes me to slide. I shiver, and Landon gets a wicked grin as he pulls me securely back onto the couch.

“Brooke, are you ticklish?” His grin gets wider.

“No!” I scream and move to get up the couch just as Landon goes to tickly me. Due to my pregnant belly, my movements were too slow, and I become the recipient of tickle torture.

“Stop!” I giggle and flail about. Somehow through all my wriggling and squirming, Landon manages to keep me on the couch. “Stop! I am gonna pee! I’m gonna pee!” I screech.

The doorbell rings, and Landon finally relents his torture.

“That’s our food.” He pauses the movie that neither of us were really watching. “You go use the washroom, and I’ll get the food.”

He stands up and offers a hand to help heft me off the couch. I am sure I am red as a tomato at his comment about my bodily needs. I cannot believe I repeatedly yelled, “I’m goanna pee,” at Landon.

In the washroom, I quickly relieve myself and try to wash the flush from my cheeks. My hair is in complete disarray. Ugh. My first ever date and I look like a psych patient and scream about bodily fluids. Go, me. Returning to the living room, I find Landon has dimmed the lights. A large pizza box is sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch.

“I’m going to the kitchen to grab napkins. Do you need anything?” Landon asks.

“Water, please.”

I resituate myself on the couch while Landon is gone and open the pizza box. It is a supreme pizza, and my mouth salivates at the wonderful smell. Not waiting for Landon, I grab a slice moaning at the cheesy goodness.

“Somebody’s hungry,” Landon chuckles as he reenters the living room. He sets my water glass in front of me and sits down beside me.

“I think we need to restart this movie,” he says as he fiddles with the remote. We eat in silence as we watch the movie. I eat until my stomach feels like bursting then settle back into the couch. About halfway through the movie, Landon cleans up our dinner and turns the lights completely off.