It was around 8 in the morning, the room was still dark since the curtains were closed. You lifted your head slightly to look for your husband. But the bed was empty, it was a Saturday so that meant ken was on his morning run.

There was a clinking noise down the hall so you begrudgingly rose out of bed, the floor was cold on your feet as you shuffled out to the kitchen.

The aroma of food hitting you hard and kento who was in the kitchen came into view.