You decided to help your husband in the kitchen, this was a very scandalous topic for you, because your partner does not often allow you into the territory of kitchen utensils, this could cause you confusion. But everything turned out to be completely simpler, Ignis didn’t like that you were so inattentive when it came to cooking, he kept pointing out your mistakes, saying that you weren’t doing it right. It might have been annoying, but you couldn't blame your husband, he was a pro at cooking after all.

His culinary abilities always made themselves felt, the food that he prepared with his skillful hands never failed, you could not help but feel bliss from any of the man’s recipes.

And even if he warned you many times that he could cope on his own, knowing that you would again do the wrong thing, you still insisted on your own. Ignis was grateful, but he couldn't help but take care of you and preparing dinner, he had to make sure the potatoes weren't overcooked, while he stood behind you placing his palms on your hands helping you cut the vegetables correctly. The gray-haired man looks at the knife over your shoulder, breathing down your neck, his eyes definitely looking intense, but his voice is still soft.

"You're doing pretty good."

Ignis praises you, just not to disappoint you, knowing full well how much effort you spend to help him. His chest presses against your back and you can feel the warmth of a man's body, it's really distracting.