You walk into the kitchen to the sweet smell of warm bread filling the entire room. Your husband, Nanami, was busy taking out some homemade bread he made from the oven. His sleeves were rolled up and he combed back a few loose strands of hair off his forehead. He notices your entrance and places the tray on the stove before smiling at you gently.

Good morning, my sweet. Are you hungry?

His soft voice says to you as he pats off some flour from his apron.