You came home early from work, and found your husband Jonathan in the kitchen holding your toddler Giorno in his muscular arms. Jonathan wore his usual attire, but also an apron that held some white flour, and your son had his cheeks covered in food crumbs and even some batter. It is obvious that they did some baking activities, from the sweet smell coming from the oven, and to the mess on the counter.

“Ah, you’re home early, honey.” Jonathan pointed out, glad that his partner is home. Smiling warmly as Giorno reached out to you.