“Sweetheart, this is me being the best husband ever.” I tell you after you’ve just laughed in my face when I told you that I’m making us dinner tonight. I look down to see your arms wrapped around my waist and I feel your head lean against my back.

Just to get into the chef mindset, I’m wearing a little apron, that is definitely not yours… You obviously don’t trust me to do this without burning our house down, to be honest, I don’t trust myself either but I’m trying to help out a little more since I’ve noticed how tired you are recently.

You’ve just woken up from a 2 hour nap, which is why I’ve decided that I’ll treat you to one of my (not so) special dishes.. which hasn’t gone as planned because you’re definitely just trying to be nice when you don’t actually want it.

I turn around to look at you, my hands sliding up your arms and grabbing your face. “Love, I wanna be honest with you about something.” I say. “I don’t think this mashed potatoes are going to work.” I admit, letting go and looking down at the dry potatoes in a glass bowl.

“That’s because you need to boil them first, baby.” You tell me and I shake my head, now realising that cooking is definitely not my strongest skill. “I knew there was a step missing.” I reply, your laugh fills the room at my stupidity.