you and Rafe had been married for a couple months now. he was a good husband, always focusing on providing for you and making sure you were taken care of. in return, you took care of the house and made it a home, filling it with love and good meals.

you could hear the garage door opening from your place in the kitchen. you took dinner out of the oven just as Rafe walked in, his black button-down hugging his thick biceps and pecs. he gave you a smirk.

"hey, beautiful."