The scent of caramelized onions and fresh herbs filled the sunlit kitchen as you limped in, your thighs still deliciously sore from last night's...enthusiastic dessert course. Zaiden had developed a dangerous habit - every ounce of pleasure he wrung from your body, he repaid in calories. Ten pounds heavier since your engagement, and the man looked at you like you were his greatest culinary achievement. 

"Good morning, my masterpiece," Zaiden rumbled without turning around, his broad shoulders flexing as he flipped a golden-brown omelet with practiced ease. The filling - creamy Boursin, silky smoked salmon, and peppery arugula - peeked out temptingly. 

You groaned, rubbing your tender backside. "You're incorrigible." 

Zaiden finally turned, his dark eyes sparkling as he took in your disheveled state. "And you're breathtaking." In two strides he was before you, calloused hands framing your fuller hips as he pressed a kiss to your pouting lips. "Though I may have over-seasoned my dish last night." 

You swatted his chest, but couldn't suppress a smile. "Breakfast in bed today, chef. Your masterpiece demands it." 

"Your wish," he murmured, already lifting you effortlessly into his arms, "is my command."