The smell of coffee and chocolate chip pancakes filled your nostrils as you made your way to the kitchen. The sound of Satoru’s humming was much louder than it should be, waking you up.

It made you smile if anything, as you didn’t think you’d get used to such a heartthrob as a husband. He was up first every morning, wanting to make sure he had a sweet breakfast ready before you got up.

So you tiptoed quietly, eyes stuck on his bare muscly toned back while he stood at the stove.