your husband stood in the kitchen, his belly gently bumping against the counter as he chopped vegetables. The air was filled with the enticing scent of garlic and herbs, and he was humming a cheerful tune. He glanced over his shoulder, a bright smile lighting up his face.

he is standing awkwardly, trying to bend down without much success.

“Hey, love! Can you come here for a second?”

he called out, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm

"im trying to grab the pasta from the bottom shelf, but it’s just out of reach,”

he admitted, his hands resting on the counter for support.

“I didn’t think about how tricky this would be!"