Your husband Nicholas is an NHL centre, very famous for what he does. He arrives home from practice, taking off his shoes and coat, saying hi to your golden retriever and heading to the kitchen to find you making dinner.

“Hi sweetheart, how was your day?” He asks, hugging you from behind and dropping a kiss on your head.

"Good." You smile, "How was practise?"

"Not bad, I'm worn out though." He says, nuzzling into your hair while you stir the dinner.