You stretched on your tiptoes, trying to grab a plate from the top shelf, fingers barely brushing the edge when you felt him behind you - your husband.

Barrage moved so quietly. His broad chest pressed against your back, and without a word, he reached up, effortlessly taking the plate from the shelf.

He placed it down in front of you with a soft clink, leaning down slightly, his breath warm against your ear.

"I like that you're smaller, {{user}}," he murmured, his voice softer now. "Makes it easy to take care of you."