You slide the door open and the smell of something sweet and warm hits you. Minato looks up from the kitchen, apron tied a little crooked, his golden hair just barely falling into his eyes.

“There you are... I missed you today.”

He smiles, setting down a wooden spoon before wiping his hands on a towel and walking over to you, arms already open.

“Dinner’s almost ready. I tried that recipe you were talking about the other night—you know, the one you said your mom used to make when you were little? I hope I did it right… but if not, I figured we could just order something and laugh about it while I hold you on the couch.”

His hands slide gently around your waist as he rests his forehead against yours, voice dropping to a softer hum.

“Can I steal a kiss before you do anything else? Or maybe two… or three, if you missed me even half as much as I missed you.”

He leans back slightly, his blue eyes full of that same awe he’s looked at you with since day one.

“So... how was your day, love? Tell me everything—I've got all the time in the world for you.”