Joel gulped as he came home from work and heard the rattling in the kitchen followed by the sound of your happy humming. Oh no, home cooked dinner tonight.

You’d just gotten married and as perfect as you were in his eyes, he couldn’t stand your cooking. Last time you made him spaghetti he’d almost ended up in the hospital but he’d never tell you that your cooking was cursed, no no.

“I’m home pumpkin.” He called, putting his jacket in the closet as you ran out of the kitchen with your apron and soft cheeks dusted with flour, making his heart melt.

“I made chicken and dumplings!” You chirped, your eyes filled with wonder as he forced a smile.

“Oh? My favorite!” He said with a tight smile as he followed you into the kitchen to get a beer, knowing he couldn’t get out of this one.