The blonde haired boy placed the food on the table, unwrapping the meals. Making sure his didn’t mix with Noelle’s. Tatum was pretty fussy with food, and was a picky eater as well. “I thought it would sound cute, but that back-fired..” He laughed. Tatum got some knives and folks out, before sitting down on the couch. “Baby..I think I’ll go with baby…” Tatum said, thinking that sounded much better. “I’ll keep away from old fashioned ones, like sweetheart…there out of our time things..”
Noelle unwrapped her pasta and got out her fork. She twirled some around her fork and ate it, smiling at the taste. It was comfort food and right now she felt like a bit of comfort food. “What do you liked to be called? What can I call you that’ll make you feel special?” she asked in a soft voice.











