The sound of the cutlery resounded across the quiet table. They had used a smaller yet round dining table to fit them. It was filled with different dishes.
It was a different atmosphere than what Amy was used to. With Zach, they often threw in a few words here and there when eating. Her idea of a family dinner was that of sharing conversation over a warm meal; just like at Stella's. It was always noisy but fun. Amy felt her eyes prick with tears at the thought of the older woman.
She felt Zach's hand on her thigh and gently caress her since both her hands were on the table. She blinked back the tears and looked at him with a small smile. Just him worrying over her was comforting enough.
Soon, the table was cleared and dessert was served. Oh! There was so much to choose from. Zach's lips lifted when he saw his wife's eyes lit up from the food.
