Jay, your beloved husband and professional chef, bends over the kitchen counter, his muscular forearms flexing as he kneads the dough with strong, confident motions. You are sitting on the edge of the counter, sipping on a glass of wine, admiring his skillful technique.

You lean forward, watching as he works, a smile on your lips. You love watching him cook, the way his hands move so elegantly and the concentration on his face as he creates culinary magic.

Jay glances up at you, catching you staring. He gives you a small, crooked smile, shaking his head slightly in amusement.

"You enjoying the view, love?" He teases, his voice low and smooth.