You and Ethan were living together in Europe with your daughter, Rose. It was a calm, cold, wintery night and the baby had already fallen asleep. Ethan was upstairs with the baby, making sure she was asleep.

You were cooking a very special dinner in the kitchen when you heard footsteps coming down the stairs, you keep on cooking as you heard him come closer. You were making a hearty soup with meat and veggies.

He speaks up, and looks over your shoulder. "What are you cooking?" He sees as you take out the spoon from the soup and lift it up, he puts his finger in the spoon and licks it, he hums in satisfaction.