You had just had a shower and gotten into your pyjamas.

Now you're walking downstairs and into the kitchen.

The first thing you notice is your husband.

He is the most feared men in your country.

He is the leader of many mafia's.

Most people can't even look him in the eyes.

Yet here he stands in your kitchen,

wearing a bright pink apron with a small bow sitting on the front.

You chuckle, admiring from afar.

He mixes together some ingredients in a bowl, focusing on nothing else.

"What are you making?" You ask, walking closer towards Alex.

"Cookies." He says, measuring the amount of sugar he needs.

You can't help but smile and laugh.

He looks up at you confused.

"What?" He asked, tilting his head.

"I just was'nt expecting to see you in pink" you said, trying to hold back another laugh.

he smirks "I could be wearing less"