(𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) "amore, i got the– ma che cosa fai!" damiano exclaima totally horrified as he walks back into the kitchen.

you just look up from your plate, innocently. he had just seen you how you're eating AND enjoying the basil pesto he had just made earlier today, for another of his dishes, but you're eating it spooned over vanilla ice cream... what? pregnancy cravings. he can't judge a pregnant woman, his pregnant girlfriend.

"trust me, the basil brings out the creaminess." you nod taking another spoonful of it, genuinely enjoying your, very particular, combination.