"Do you mind BBQing if I do the rest of the cooking?" Sara asked. Last time Sofia had cooked the meat and Sara had done nibbles, dessert and salads to go with the meat.

"Not at all," She replied. "I figure that's the best way to go about things. I know you'll cook meat for me, but I'd never expect you to do it on the BBQ for everyone else." She'd given that some thought other than 'Me Sofia. Me tough girl. Me BBQ *thumps chest*', obviously.

"You're so sweet," Sara smiled, resting a hand on Sofia's thigh in a completely non-sexual way. "I love you." Sara would definitely cook meat for Sofia, and did eat it when Aiden was around, so that he'd eat it, but apart from that she avoided it where she could. She'd weighed up her options and decided that Aiden's health was more important to her than her vegetarianism, and in her opinion children needed meat.

"I love you too," She replied warmly. She was glad she saw it as being sweet. For Sofia, that was just part of being in a relationship like this; considering the feelings of the other.

She pulled up a few moments later at the restaurant and smiled widely at her. She climbed out of her truck and walked round to the other side to open the door up for her. She leant against it then though, looking at her curiously. "This doesn't weird you out, does it? You know, me opening doors for you."

Sara smiled. Yeah, it weirded her out a little, but she knew Sofia was just trying to be romantic. "It's very nice of you," she replied diplomatically. "Thank you." There, that had been alright, hadn't it?

She noticed how she avoided the question a little, so grinned whilst blushing. "I'll relax it a bit," She promised. "I was brought up to look after people I love." She added, her explanation as to why she did it. Her father had definitely tried to instill good values in her.

"You do look after me," Sara promised Sofia with a smile. She knew she was onto her now. "I just like doing things for myself. You know I'm independent," she said. "The gesture was very sweet, though, and I did appreciate it."

"I know," She replied with a little grin. She waited for her to get out of the car, and held her hand out to her. "I'd kick your ass if you held doors open for me," She admitted with a little smirk. Though they both knew she didn't mean it, because she'd not hurt her. Simple figure of speech.

"I'm learning to be tolerant and see it for what it was- an effort to be nice," Sara smiled. "I don't want us to fight, you try really hard to make me happy and I think that's the important thing."

"I know," She smiled, leaning over to kiss her cheek gently.

"We've come a long way together. A few years ago and we'd have been shouting at each other," She replied. And they would. Sara would have gotten mad at her, Sofia would have become defensive.

"I've grown up a lot," Sara said, nodding. "I know I still come off as critical to you, and I honestly don't mean to. You make me so happy, Sof," she said as she finally got out of the car.

"You make me happy too," She smiled.

"I've grown up too. At least, I hope I have." She wasn't as quick to argue, anymore. She was far more understanding of Sara's feelings now, and took a lot more care with them.

"You definitely have," Sara replied, closing the door behind her. "It's okay to retain your playful side, though," she assured her. "I like that about you."

"I'm glad you do," She replied. "I know that gets a little lost sometimes, though." She admitted. There were times she was so absorbed with work, or with just being a responsible parent and wife that she ignored her own need to be playful.

"Everybody has slightly off days sometimes," Sara told Sofia. "I know that no matter what, I love you, and that's the main thing," she smiled. "I know I'm a complete pain in the ass at times, and you put up with me."