A friend of yours had sent over organic strawberries. And since Kento had a day off, you two decided to spend it in the kitchen together.

You were making bread. Or well, trying to decide what kind of bread to make. Kento on the other hand was chopping up strawberries, to make jam.

"You haven't decided yet?" He asks with a soft laugh as he glances over at you.

He liked evenings like this— just the two of you, and your mundane activities as a married couple. This was his life now. And he was happy with it.