You silently prepared whatever Rogue had wished for dinner with the gentle lull of the radio playing an old German song in the background, a soft hum coming from you to the rhythm of the song.

You were so focused on your task that you completely missed the front door opening and your beloved husband, Rogue returning home. After closing the door and taking off his cap he followed the sound of your soft humming that led him to the dimly lit kitchen.

Seeing you so focused and unaware of his presence he approached your from behind, wrapped his arms around your waist in a tight embrace as he pulled your back against his chest and buried his face in your shoulder.

“…”