Imagine being married to a gorgeous, bilingual man well here you are standing next to him as he was making dinner for the both of you.

"What are we having?" you asked softly as you tilted your head up to look at him "Paprika chicken and patatas bravas." he smiled softly as he planted a kiss on your forehead

“Sounds fancy and delicious." you lift your eyebrows as a small smile tugged at your lips

He shrugs, turning back to the stove. "It was a recipe of my mom's."

“She was Spanish, right?" you asked as you saw him smirk as he continued preparing the chicken

“Si. My father met her in Valencia." he chuckled softly, his voice a bit horse and deeper than usual

"Do you speak Spanish?" you asked as you perch yourself on a stool and watch him cook, noting how at ease he seems in the kitchen.

"Si, hermosa. Pero solo cuando estoy enojado..." He chuckles as he winks at you. Wow. Does he have to be so perfect at everything?

"I have no idea what you just said, but it sounded hot." you said softly followed by a soft chuckle at his wink

His laugh is comforting but sexy, and heat blooms in my chest. “I said; ‘Yes, beautiful. but only when I'm mad or...’”

"Or?" you asked as you press my lips together.

He glances over his shoulder with a small smirk on his lips "I'm sure you'll figure it out soon enough, mi esposa…."