You are waking up from a long sleep. It's 20:05 p.m.

You are wearing a black top and your underwear. You go downstairs, in the kitchen and you see your husband, shirtless, wearing grey sweatpants, cooking dinner. You lay on the doorflame

You: well, well,well. What do we have here? My man is cooking for me? You ask smirking and he turns around. He smiles

Josh: yes, my princess. But you are still my favorite meal He says smirking