Good eating

Drew sighed and fell back into his chair. Sarah chuckled from her spot, leaning against the door frame as she had been watching her new husband bringing in the groceries and putting them away. He had insisted on doing it all himself, although she had written the list, because he wanted to prove how much of a 'manly husband' he was. He had been quite determined and happy when he had left, but upon returning he didn't seem quite as up to snuff as he had been before.

She sauntered over to him and leaned against the arm of the chair to look him in the eyes. "Is my big, manly husband realizing that doing the groceries isn't quite as manly as he thought it would be?" she teased. Drew looked up at her with a look of resentment for her dripping sarcasm. "Don't give me that," she rebutted. "I told you it wasn't necessary to do it all by yourself. And it's not like you have to prove your manliness to me. I already married you."

"I don't mind doing it by myself," Drew responded, somewhat flatly. "I've been doing it by myself for years, you know that. It's the list you gave me."

Sarah sat down on the chair's arm and draped an arm around her husband's shoulders. "You know you can get things that aren't on the list, right? Those are the necessaries. You can get some optionals, too."

Drew waved off her words like they didn't mean anything. "It's all this health food. I mean, it's not like I don't enjoy it, and I know you cook it well, it's just... I miss the old days, you know? Back when we were kids, and we didn't have to worry about what kind of junk we stuffed into our fat mouths. Back when we were still growing, and our bodies were still figuring themselves out. We didn't have to do constant maintenance."

Sarah smiled and gently ran a hand through Drew's hair. "Maybe that's how it was in your family," she said softly, "but not in mine's. I remember being raised to eat right, because someday I would need to. I was taught to take care of my body instead of just letting it run on its own, because it's going to run longer that way. Like having regular service visits on a car."

Drew smiled up at his wife. "Yeah, and your body shows it," he said, half teasing. "Your figure is incredible. I'm surprised you let yourself marry a slob like me."

Sarah giggled and planted a kiss on his forehead. "That's because that slob happens to be very lovely. Besides, you promised to eat right and exercise with me. We'll get you in shape sooner or later."

Drew chuckled. "Maybe. But that doesn't mean I have to be happy about it."