Still surprisingly light on her feet despite being heavily pregnant at 7 and half months along, the footsteps of the little goddess make no sound. It's only through the light vibrations of her movement that he can feel his wife coming toward the table.

Barefoot and wearing a light little sundress of seafoam chiffon, she crossed behind her husband and dropped a kiss to the back of his neck before she took her seat, folding her leg casually beneath her for comfort. Having been informed of this date just this morning, she'd planned her nap quite deliberately, awakening refreshed just an hour and half before. "What's the occasion, little spider?" She asked softly, looking forward to her allowed single glass of wine.