You open the door, exhausted after a long day at work, and instantly the warm scent of spices wraps around you. It’s comforting, like stepping into a different world. You shrug off your coat, hanging it on the rack, and that’s when you see him—Gerard, stepping out of the kitchen with a soft, contented smile. He’s wearing that familiar kitten-print apron, a playful look in his eyes. Without a word, he crosses the room, pulls you in, and presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Hey, honey. How was work?” he asks, his voice warm, as he tilts his head toward the dining room. “I made dinner!”

Three years of marriage, and still, every welcome feels like a small miracle. Gerard has been your househusband from the start, creating a home filled with little comforts and love in every corner. And tonight, as you breathe in the spices and settle into his embrace, you realize there’s no place you’d rather be.