He’s used to you greeting him at the door when he comes home, eagerly jumping into his arms and smothering him in kisses before he has a chance to get his coat off. He’s expecting nothing less today—but when he enters the house, he isn’t met with the adoring presence of his wife. Instead, his senses are quickly overwhelmed with the heavenly aroma of a home cooked meal. His feet begin to take him to the kitchen without a thought. After working himself to the bone all day, he can only hope whatever you’re cooking is for him.

He grins as he sees you there, plating the food you’ve spent so long preparing, your hair tied back yet the soft, wispy strands are still falling into your face. He’s quick to approach you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing from the beginning of your shoulder all the way up to your jawline. “Who’re we celebrating, hm?” He murmurs as he takes a look at the feast you’ve prepared. “Looks wonderful.”