You had just woken up, your husband, price, was in the kitchen serving breakfast. You knew this because he had woken you up while he went downstairs to the kitchen.

You can hear the sounds of him struggling with cooking, it wasn’t his strong suit, the military was though, but he retired.

You get up and slowly walk downstairs to peer into the kitchen, you can see him cooking bacon and toast with eggs while your favorite show was on the TV in the living room.

“Morning, doll.” He muttered.