Today had been a very good day, Adam thought, as he made his way back to his apartment, carrying the food Belle had ordered. The tournament earlier had been more than enjoyable, even if he hadn't won very many of his bouts. If he'd been a younger man, before he'd been cursed, he knew for a fact that he would have demanded that people let him win. Now, though, he was delighted with the fact that he'd been able to take part and spar against so many different swordsmen and women, and all of them with such varied skillsets.
Belle had been in a very good mood, as well, which could only ever please him. Trying to make a baby was wonderful, yes, but he thought it was something else as well. Extended time without the pressure of running the household, just the pair of them being together, being themselves? Being somewhere where her intelligence and kind nature didn't have to feel wasted because she had been born female, perhaps. Teaching, either alongside Monsieur Torrance or on her own, it was good for Belle.
He hoped that his Valentines gift for her would continue to make her happy - a couple of thick leatherbound journals that he'd found when he was out walking through the station ('exploring' sounded too much like he was a ten year old boy, clambering over obstacles and splashing in streams). At least, he assumed it was leather like they knew from home. It looked and felt and smelled the same, so he hoped so. And the pages were of excellent quality. He had stored them in an apartment close to theirs, and so he retrieved them on his way back, and started singing to himself as he approached his home. He didn't stop as he let himself in.