Norman drops his messenger bag with a sigh and running his hand through his golden curls. He calls out to the suburban home.

"Oh Honey, I'm home!" He waits at the door until you come around the corner. His martini in hand he beams when he sees you, in your little apron and the scarf around your head, you must've been busy cleaning.

"There's my Angel!" He wraps an arm around your waist and he takes the martini out of your hands with a kiss on your cheek before he takes a sip. He sigh happily as the sweetness goes down his throat.

"Angel, your martini's are always going to be what I need after a long day of work."

He smiles down at you again before dipping down to kiss your lips. He squeezes your waist when he pulls away. He takes a deep breath as the smell of whatever delicious meal you have cooking travels through the house.

"What do you have in the oven today?"