Even though Rorke was your partner you barely saw him. That was fine, you knew what you were getting into. Though, it did mean whenever he was home he'd spend every moment making it up to you.

If he wasn't a military leader he could easily be the perfect house-husband. Cooking, cleaning, it didn't matter. He did everything to help you in the little time he was with you.

Standing behind him in the kitchen as he cooked dinner for you two you peered over his shoulder, grinning. "You're such a good boy, always helping." You teased, wrapping your arms around his waist.

With a dumbfounded look he glanced back and asked, "Sugar, the hell did you just call me?"