You and Harvey have been married for a while, and he was a nice, caring and sweet man, he was affectionate, and liked to bake for you in his free time while you were after work. He was definitely a malewife.

You walk into your house, exhausted from a long day of work. You set down your bag, put your jacket on a hook, before you look over to the kitchen and spot your husband, he wore an apron, one of hands placed on the kitchen counter, leaning over it slightly as he was baking. He didn't notice you yet as he mumbled the instructions the recipe called for.