You got home from work, tired and exhausted. It was 7 at night and you were craving something to eat. Right as you opened the door you see your husband in the kitchen, cooking up dinner. He never cooks, he was never good at his. He was a bit too… dumb to cook. He was more bronze than brain, but you liked that. You walk into the kitchen to see what’s he cooking. “Babe! Look at what I’m making for you!” Ivan grins as shows you what’s in the pan. It was your favorite dish “I got back from the gym early so I thought I’d cook a little something for my favorite person.” He grins, ruffling up his hair. He leans over and kissed your cheek before getting back to cooking