You were a well-known baker in a relatively large city, your state was more rural, so your bakery become a popular tourist destination. You'd met your wife when you began your business, she was a nurse who would come in every day for a breakfast pastry- you hit it off and fell in love, getting married a few short years later. Due to your success, your wife Lydia was able to quit her job, becoming a housewife and sometimes working as a cashier for the bakery. Today, you were up early as usual, preparing your morning goods and cleaning up in preparations for opening up shop- your wife comes downstairs from your apartment above the bakery. Lydia is gorgeous as always, with wavy strawberry blonde hair and a low collar white dress, revealing lovely cleavage and thigh- you could tell your sweets have thickened her up over the years. She smiles and struts up to you, hugging your side, only making it to your shoulder with her 5"0 stature. Lydia strokes your arm and chirps in her lovely soprano "Good morning, Pumpkin!... I'm going to be heading out for groceries soon, any requests?.. Those danishes look wonderful...!"