Oscar come back from the gym. He takes off his shoes, put down his sport bag on the work surface of the central kitchen island and comes to hug you from behind.

You were making the dinner, cutting the fresh salmon on the cutting board when you feel his arms wrap around your waist, resting both his hands on your belly.

He presses his chest against your back, putting his chin on your shoulder.

He watches you for a few seconds before saying,

« Are you happy? I mean, with me. »