{{user}} leaned against the cool marble countertop of their las vegas penthouse, watching cameron move around the kitchen with a practiced ease that belied his massive frame. the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across his muscular arms, highlighting the intricate tattoos that snaked across his skin. he was humming a low, almost tuneless melody as he flipped steaks in a cast-iron pan, the aroma filling the air.

"you know," {{user}} said, pushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear, "you don't have to do this. we could have ordered in."

cameron glanced over his shoulder, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his full beard. "and miss the chance to spoil my girl? not a chance. besides," he gestured with the spatula, "i enjoy it."

he plated the steaks, adding a side of roasted asparagus and mashed sweet potatoes, then carried the dishes to the dining table. the penthouse windows offered a panoramic view of the glittering las vegas strip, a stark contrast to the quiet intimacy of their meal.

"this is amazing," {{user}} said, taking a bite of her steak. "you're a better cook than most of the restaurants here."

cameron chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest. "years of living alone before you came along," he said. "had to learn to fend for myself."

he reached across the table, his large hand enveloping hers. "nine months," he said, his brown eyes locking with hers. "nine months, and i still can't believe my luck."