“I almost dropped it off at the fire station,” I say. When he throws his head back and laughs, I want to kick him suddenly. He goes back to the kitchen and comes back with two plates and two forks and knives.

“What do you think the fire station would have done?” he asks, placing a plate and fork in front of me and then turning to go and stir the sauce.

“I don’t know what they would have done. They have to take it, no questions asked.” I take a piece of cheese and cut some of it up.

“It’s not a child,” he says, laughing.

“Really?” I say, taking a sip of wine. “Does it not have to be fed daily?” I ask him, and he doesn’t answer. “Will I not have to change the water and clean the bowl?” Again, he doesn’t answer. “Will I have to make sure it doesn’t die?” My voice goes higher. “It’s like a child.” He sits in front of me, and then I smell fresh bread. “Are you cooking bread?”

“Yeah, I threw in some bread that my mother made the last time she was here,” he says like it’s a natural thing. “Did you name the fish?”

“Why would I name the fish?” I ask. He takes a piece of the cheese and chews it, and even though I have the sudden urge to kiss him, I remind myself he just gave me a fish.

“I’m just wondering if I’m going to have to change the name,” he says and then gets up when the oven beeps. “Nemo,” he says, taking the bread out of the oven and then pouring the pasta into the pot and stirring it. He sets the timer and then turns to look at me. “Dori.”

“That’s so cliché,” I say. “I mean, at least come up with something original. Is it a girl or a boy?” I ask him, and he shrugs. “Bubbles. Elsa,” I finally say. “I saw it with Allison last time. She’s a kick-ass girl.”

“So I guess her name will be Elsa,” he says, and then I see him take something else out of the oven. “I made some salmon also.” Instead of answering him, I get up and walk over to him.

“I can’t believe you did all this,” I tell him, and he rubs my face.

“Well, I had to make it up to you since I sent you a fish.” He laughs and then leans down and softly kisses my lips. No tongue, just a small peck. “Now, let’s talk about you walking here naked.”

“I wasn’t naked,” I huff out, rolling my eyes. “I had a jacket on.”