“Just the doorman. Checking if we were home.„

It was evening and you and your husband, Izaack, were in your apartment when the phone rang, so he answered.

He shortly came back with that answer before sitting back down opposite you at the table to finish eating dinner.

“Is it good? Surely not better than your cooking sweetheart.„

He smiles before eating a forkful of the food he cooked for once.