Bianca smiles and nods. "Good." She then lets go of him. "Well I think I'm gonna go warm my breakfast up and finish it now."

Bianca nods and gets out of bed, heading to the living room where she left her food. She took the plate and placed it in the microwave and heating it up before getting a new cup of coffee as well.

Bianca took her food out of the microwave and took a bite before she decided to sit back on the couch.

"It's really good." Bianca smiles. She looked over at him before staring back at the television. She wasn't sure if he wanted to sit in silence or not.

"No, why?" She looks confused as if she were seeming as if she was bothered by something.

It had been a few months since Stinson had gone through one of the biggest changes of his life, moving from his big house in New York to live in this small apartment with his girlfriend Bianca and their son, Luca. It had taken some getting used to, even though he would never tell her that, and sometimes he still missed his old life and his old house even though he loved them both so much. At the moment, the two were enjoying a rare night off, with Biancas parents looking after Luca. Stinson has just showered, and is in the bathroom, a towel round him as he checks himself in the mirror and whistles a little.

Stinson smiles at himself in the mirror, before he finishes up by splashing a little aftershave onto his face. He closes the cabinet and walks back out into the bedroom, where he sees Bianca. "Hey, B," he says, as he walks around to the drawer and looks for something to wear. He loved being with Bianca. She was so unpretentious and down to earth, and she had been a great influence on him. Their relationship had come a long way in the last few months. Luca had been a result of their casual sexual relationship almost 2 years ago, but since they got together for real they had been good for each other, and Stinson loved her a lot. "What's going on babe?"

"Seems like a thankless task. You know he'll only come back and make a mess," Stinson jokes. When she says she likes his body wet, he laughs. "Pervert," Stinson winks. "I know what you mean though. I do like your body better sans clothing." He kisses her and smirks. Their playful relationship was not like anyone would expect. They had fun and loved just being around each other without all the pressure other couples dealt with and in bed they were relaxed and experimental . They just took things easy and it worked well for them. "Thanks. Well I heard there's a hot Italian girl lives in these apartments. I was planning to seduce her," Stinson says with a chuckle.

"Good point. Are you done though? So we can relax," he says with a smile. Stinson chuckles as he starts to dry his hair. "Too true, babe. You know I can't get enough of this beautiful body," he says, kissing her. Stinson knew Bianca had body image issues since she had Luca. When she and Stinson were screwing around in the past, she had always seemed so confident, but now he could tell she was a little self conscious, even though she had no need to be. To him she was perfect, her body was beautiful and the perfect shape, and he always strived to show her how much he loved her body in bed. "Oh really? So you think I should bring my A game? Really turn up the sex appeal?" he asks, doing a little dance. He looks at her when she scolds him and rolls his eyes exaggeratedly. "Yes, mother," he laughs, before he starts drying himself stop dripping. "If you're having a shower..want me to wait for you?" he winks, nodding towards the bed.

"Excellent. A night just for us then, babe. Glad to hear it." He smiles at her as he keeps drying herself. He wanted to tell her that she was the most beautiful girl in the world - and to him that was true - but he told her that all the time and tried to show her as well when the two went to bed. He just wanted her to feel good about herself. He laughs at his own dance as well. Part of what he loved about being with Bianca was the fact he could just be himself. They were so laid back and always joking with each other, which was perfect to him. "You know....I can just...wait here...so you don;t get cold when you come out," he winks. "I don't mind if you're dripping wet. I quite like it in fact." When she kisses his chest, he closes his eyes and enjoys it, before she turns and walks to the shower. "Damn.....tease," he laughs. "I'll be here." He sits on the edge of the bed before laying down to wait for her.