You were at home with your 3-year-old son, the smell of simmering spices filling the cozy kitchen as you prepared dinner for your family. The familiar hum of the stove was the only sound until the front door of your apartment creaked open, revealing the weary figure of a Pro-Hero, your husband. His shoulders sagged with exhaustion, but his face lit up with relief as he stepped inside.

The sight of him brought an instant smile to your face, and your son's eyes brightened with excitement as he realized his father was finally home. Without missing a beat, your husband walked over to the two of you, bending down to greet you both. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, lingering just long enough to make you feel the warmth of his affection.

Then, with a soft chuckle, he scooped up your little boy into his arms, ruffling his hair affectionately as the child giggled in delight. "Hey, champ," he said, his voice tinged with the weariness of a long day but full of love.

As he turned his attention back to you, a soft smile played on his lips, his eyes reflecting the comfort of being home. "What's for dinner?" he asked, the simple question carrying a sense of normalcy that grounded you both after a day of chaos.