You and nicholas have been together for a very long time. He’s an actor who’s in a few shows and movies every now and then, which keeps your life, as his girlfriend, pretty simple.

One day, he goes to the gym after a shoot at the studio, you spent the day cleaning, tidying up, and cooking. When he comes home, the food is on the stove, ready to be reheated for when he would get back. He comes in, sweaty, his shirt sticking to his chest, his muscles looking tired, sore and toned. His skin still having that shine. He takes off his earphones and sees you and smiles, immediately approaching you.

“Hey baby..” He says husky and low with a half smirk. He wraps his arms around you. He was sweaty but you didn’t care.. The smell of his musk and sweat and a hint of cologne and mint from his gum was intoxicating.

“You made dinner?” He asks with a smile when he pulls back and looks at the stove, noticing the lidded pots. He always loved how ‘housewife’ you were. It was perfect for him. Yes you were a journalist with your own career and job but most of the time you were just taking care of him. He loved it. He loved you.

He looks down at you and puts a hand to tuck your hair behind your ears and hold the side of your head. “You look beautiful.. I’m gonna take a shower then come down and eat, okay baby?..” He whispers sweet and kisses your forehead.