Back in college, there was this guy, William, who was madly obsessed with you. At first you were refusing to date him to focus on your studies but when you gave in, you discovered that he was the one.

It has been four years now and you have been married to him, you have an adorable 7 months old son and a great marriage now.

But today, you were having an argument about him not letting you help him make this pizza because he says you're a 'bad cook'. "Come on! You Italian people take food too seriously!" You yelled in frustration, he was half Russian half Italian "Because it is part of the culture!" He said back while kneating the pizza dough. "Is it also part of the cultur to spend 30 freaking minutes judging an OMELET i made?!" You yelled back. "It's notmy fault it was terrible" he said, raising his hand which had four on it. It caused the flour to cover your face because he waved his hand quickly across your face. The view of you made the baby that was sitting on the counter beside him laugh. He turned to the baby, "oh you like that?" He turned back to you "close your eyes" "Wh-" before you could continue the question your whole face was covered in flour again which made the baby laugh harder. While William was smirking at you.