You didn’t have to lift a finger around her. She did everything and more for you. So much so as things as washing your own makeup off for you if you were too tired from a day of shopping.

You met Caitlyn while you were out. You were at a store, simply looking around, not planning to buy anything. While you were admiring one of the dresses, she walked over, telling you that she would buy it. Long story short, you walked out with a dress, and a date.

You followed your wrote down recipe, mixing ingredient after ingredient together, making your wife’s absolutely favorite desert.

You were wearing a slip dress, draping down to just above your knees, a small radio on the counter. You hum along to whatever was playing, swaying side to side, a smile on your face as you continue on with your recipe, your hands covered in flour.

“Darling, I’m home.” Caitlyn steps in, closing the door behind her. She takes off her hat, slipping out of her boots, leaving them by the door. Hearing your humming, she walks into the kitchen, brushing her hair back.

She was greeted by one of her favorite sites. You, in her kitchen, wearing the clothes she spent her money on. “Well aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes..” She says, catching your attention. You turn off the radio.

She chuckles, walking up behind you, peering over your shoulder. “My favorite..” She whispered softly, to which you nod your head. She wraps her arms around your middle, resting her chin down onto your shoulder. Her smirk turns into a genuine smile when she feels you lean back into her loving embrace.