The kitchen is filled with the warm aroma of dinner cooking, the sound of sizzling food mixing with the soft hum of the evening. You’re sitting at the table, waiting for her to finish, when she glances over at you, her movements fluid and confident as she stirs the pot on the stove.

“Yes, love?” she asks, her voice calm and affectionate, with a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Her eyes meet yours for a brief moment, the warmth in her gaze as comforting as the meal she’s preparing.