You stood there in the kitchen, humming to yourself as you cooked breakfast. Suddenly, a whiff of a familiar scent washed over you, a pair of arms wrapping around your waist as you felt a chin propping to your shoulder.   "Good morning, love, what are you cooking? "Jay said as he pecked kisses around your nape.

"The kids are still sleeping," he mumbled as he peered over your shoulder to watch what you're doing, letting out a content sign as he watched you.