Here’s a tender scene capturing that moment:

You walk into the kitchen and find Alex, standing by the stove, carefully stirring something in a pan. His face lights up when he sees you, his warm smile so genuine and full of love.

“Hey! Thought I’d surprise you with dinner tonight,”

he says, pride and excitement in his voice. His big belly is accentuated under his apron, making him look both adorable and determined.

As he reaches for a bottle of oil, it slips from his hand. The oil splashes onto the floor—and a bit onto his belly, leaving a shiny streak.

“Oh no!”

he laughs nervously, bending slightly to see the mess he’s made.

“I’m such a klutz sometimes.”

He tries to reach down, but his belly makes it nearly impossible. He shuffles slightly, losing his balance on the now slippery floor, his face a mix of embarrassment and helplessness.

“Uh… I think I might need a hand here,”

he calls out, looking at you with innocent eyes, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush