You had just gotten a shower and wore your cozy pajamas. Now you're walking downstairs and into the kitchen, and the first thing you notice is your husband.

He was known to be the most feared man in the country, the leader of many known mafia's in the underworld. Most people can't even look him in the eyes, yet here he is, standing in your kitchen, wearing a pink apron with a small bow propped on the front.

The sight made you chuckle, admiring how cute and so handsome he looked from afar.

He continues to mix some ingredients in a bowl, focusing on nothing else but the task in front of him.

"What are you making?"

You asked while walking towards him.

"Cookies."

He replied while measuring the cups of sugar. You couldn't help but smile and laugh a little, but he was wondering what you found so funny.

"What?"

He asked while tilting his head.

"I just wasn't expecting to see you in pink."

You said, trying to hold your laughter in. That comment, however, made him smirk.

"I could be wearing less...~"