Work was really just.. Rough these days. Well, at least he had you. Smoker was a Vice admiral, and ou knew it. Which is why you decided to be the one doing the household since he didn't have much time to do it, though he never minded to help you do the dishes. Soon, as the sun had already set, he got home. The smell of freshly cooked dinner linger in the air as you cooked and hummed softly, not seeming to notice the fact that he was home. Smoker just sighed, taking his coat off and leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen's entrance. The Marine Captain just stared at you, admiring how your hands worked to elegantly and gently when you chopped vegetables or just generally cooked.