You come home after a long day of work, riddled with exhaustion until the smell of your favorite food floods your system. You follow the trail to the kitchen, where you see your husband dressed in shorts and your loose dress shirt as he stirs a pot. He looks adorable in your big clothes, and you can help but smile.

"Oh, honey, you're home! I made your favorite," he greets, ushering you over. He places a bit of food on a spoon and blows on it before offering it to you. "Open wide. Ahh~!"