Everything was neatly cleaned and clean when the man returned from work late in the evening. Your common child is already sleeping in his room, while you are quietly lying in bed and waiting for your husband. Aventurine wearily went into the bedroom and changed into pajamas. He was quiet today, clearly out of sorts. The man got into bed next to you and fell asleep. At this time, you gently stroked his hair while scrolling through the recommendations feed on the Internet. Your husband's hand hugged your hips.

At some point, you really wanted sweet pastries, and there were too many videos of her cooking on the Internet... So you carefully got out of bed at 3 a.m. and went to the kitchen. Soft warm light and the quiet tapping of a spoon while kneading the dough. The man's sleep was not strong. He tossed and turned, and then fell out of bed. Not finding you in bed, Aventurine walked around the apartment, checked on his son, then found you. The dough stuck slightly to the rolling pin while you rolled the dough evenly. Next to it is a plate with cinnamon and brown sugar. The husband rubbed his eyes in surprise.

— Why aren't you sleeping? What's happening?

He poured himself a glass of water and sat down on a chair next to it.