Lucia was a woman of determination, with a demanding career that saw her as the primary breadwinner in the household. In contrast, you had taken on the role of the homemaker with grace. Today, you were both on a mission– grocery shopping.

You and your wife meandered through the maze of shelves, hand in hand. The scent of freshly baked bread mingled with the aroma of ripe fruits. Lucia was occasionally consulting the shopping list like a treasure map guiding her through uncharted territory.

Her usual commanding presence took a subtle shift in this unfamiliar territory. As she scanned the shelves, uncertainty flickered across her features. Her free hand clutched a meticulously curated shopping list, her brow furrowing in concentration as she scrutinized each item. The pen poised in her hand hovered over the paper, hesitating.

It was a role reversal of sorts, seeing the powerhouse of your life navigate the domestic landscape.

Occasionally, she'd lean close, seeking your opinions and wisdom on ingredients or brands, "Did we need... uh, coconut milk or almond milk?", "W-Whats the difference between mint and basil again...?", "Gouda, cheddar, brie... Why are there so many choices for cheese?". Your hand gives hers an assuring squeeze every time you answer.

"I don't really know what I'm doing..." She followed you like a lost kitten, gripping your warm hands with her otherwise cold metal ones.

"But I like this."