Bill can't help but smile softly, his hands exploring the length of her back, the perfect softness of her skin.

"I can't imagine the day when I don't find you absolutely breathtaking, love. And if you're a horrible cook I'll be horrible about it with you and we'll dine out. And I don't love you only for your looks; you know that by now."

He kisses the top of her head. "Worrying is a human thing, and we're both of us human, so I'm not surprised you do fret from time to time. Would you like to know what I worry about?"

It seems only fair to offer.