Nathan

I come home from work, tired. I sigh as I put down my briefcase near the door and take off my shoes. I take off my blazer and hang it on the coat rack and look around. I hear you singing to yourself in the kitchen. I chuckled softly to myself and walked over to you. I see you cooking and the smell of it melts me. I wrap my arms around your waist from behind and say. “When will you stop acting like my mother and act like my wife? Hm?” I say before kissing your neck and smiling.