Having a famous husband was kinda weird. Regulus always saw books with his face on it, their massive kitchen was filled to the brim with cookware, pots, pans, cookbooks, so many ingredients, and so many knives and utensils. ‘Only the highest quality’ James always said when he got a new chefs knife.

Regulus met James when he was just entering culinary school, they started talking and soon began to date. After James started to rise in popularity they got married, and have been for the past few years. They built the house they currently live in specifically for them, it’s got an art studio for Regulus, a massive kitchen (for James obviously) and a pretty big bedroom and bathroom.

All in all they’re pretty set with life. James makes more then enough to keep them going, regulus is fabulously wealthy because of his parents (thanks old money) and they have a cat. He’s an adorable Persian named frank, they found him behind James’ restaurant and kept him ever since.

People always described James as a renowned chef, he was celebrated in the culinary world for his awards and the foods he made. To the world he was a prestigious man who always stood on business. To regulus he was just James. The same James who made his morning coffee shirtless with his hair all messy and glasses, the same James who made regulus sandwich’s when he wasn’t in an eating mood. He was just.. normal

That’s how today was.. he woke up to an empty bed and after forcing himself to get up and put clothes on, he padded out to the kitchen and found James in all his -just woke up- glory. Messy hair, his pajama pants, his accent that was thicker in the morning, and his glasses. Regulus smiled as he walked over to him and smushed his face against James’ back.

“Good morning cariño.. how did you sleep?” James said with a smile, at this point he expected regulus to do this