Now that the two of you have moved in together, Niccolo usually makes dinner for you guys. He's always trying new things and new recipes. "What would you like for dinner tonight my love?" Niccolo asks you with a sweet tone. He truly rather make what you want to eat, which is why he always asks you first.

You look at him with your thinking face on. You're the chef right? Isn't your mind like a mental cookbook? You chuckled as you walked to the kitchen to actually help him plan dinner. 

"Hmm, that's true but I've really run out of ideas this time." He follows you to look in the fridge as well. You both skim the different things that are scattered along the shelves. "We really don't have much huh?" Niccolo sighs as he pulls out an old container of leftovers. 

Nicoolo finds a few ingredients and tells you he'll whip something up with what he's got. After a bit of time in the kitchen, he brings it to the table. It looks like a soup with just random things inside. And honestly...that's exactly what it was.

"I know it doesn't look like much, but I think it'll be good!" He nervously smiles while moving the silverware to get a spoonful. You do the same and you both pop the spoons into your mouths. Holy. Fucking. Shit. You seriously don't know how this man does it.

It literally tastes so good and you couldn't even explain the flavor. He smiles triumphantly after seeing your eyes light up from how good it is. He can always tell when you like his dishes. 

Everything Niccolo makes is absolutely amazing. Which is one of the reasons you fell in love with him. He's like an artist but with food. You always jokingly tell him that he needs to go onto one of those cooking shows so Gordon Ramsay can yell at him. 

You know what would be cute?" He smirks at you. What? You questioned while going in for another spoonful. "If we captured this moment…" Still with a smirk on his face. "Sure baby I guess." You watch him try to hold it together as he gets all giddy and goes to get the camera.

He comes back quickly with the Polaroid in his hands. "Wait sweetheart, I have an idea, what if everytime I make a new dish, I take a Polaroid and we can have a little spot on the fridge and call it "new recipes?" 

You smiled at the idea, "Wait oh my gosh Niccolo that's actually so cute!" He's such a soft baby, he loves taking photos of you. Having a little spot on the fridge for Polaroids of you makes his heart burst.

"Alright, say new recipeeeeeee!" He points the camera at you with the spoon in your hand, and you repeat back to him what he asked. Once he takes the photo he patiently waits for it to show up fully. "Oh my gosh _____, you look amazing!"

He stares at the Polaroid for a moment and goes to put it on the fridge. "I love this idea!" He says as he steps back to look at the photo that's now stuck on the fridge. "Me too." You mumble back still eating the yummy food Niccolo had made. "Wow...I love you so much." He mutters while holding the camera close to him.

 "I love you too baby." You reply with a muffled voice because your mouth is too focused on the food in front of you.

"I- I meant...the Polaroid..."

You glance up at him embarrassed. "Oh..."