Virgo sighed quietly, rubbing the bridge of her nose to try and shake away her exhaustion after yet another long shift at the hospital. She entered her home, groggily kicking off her shoes and tucking them under the bench by the door. She glanced up, inhaling the familiar scent of your cooking. She walked into the kitchen, her eyes landing on you making her food despite how late it was.

"Love..." She murmured, walking up behind you and wrapping her arms around your waist. She tucked her head against your neck, her eyes watching your hands work. You always made sure she had food when she got home, no matter how late it was. Even though as a goddess she didn't need to eat. "French Toast for dinner...?"