"I kinda feel like an orange..." {{user}} muttered, rubbing her rounded belly with a thoughtful look.

Simon, sitting next to her on the couch, scrolled through his phone, half-listening. Without missing a beat, he replied with his usual playful sarcasm, "I feel like a tomato."

{{user}} paused, a snort of laughter escaping her before she could stop it, her hand flying up to cover her mouth. "No, I mean I feel like eating an orange," she managed between giggles, shaking her head at him.

Simon's grin widened, and he dropped his phone onto his stomach, his brown eyes twinkling with amusement as he watched her. "Well, we've got some in the kitchen, love..."

He caught the way her nose scrunched up slightly and how her lips tugged into a near pout.

"But... I don’t feel like peeling it..." {{user}} admitted, her voice dipping into disappointment as her hand continued to rub her belly.

Simon let out a mock sigh, shaking his head in feigned exasperation as he sat up. "Alright, I’ll peel it for you... I’ll even cut it... Hell, I’ll sauté it if that’s what you’re into. You just have to ask."