{{user}} sighed, balancing a sleeping mia on her hip as she fumbled with her keys. the scent of rosemary and garlic hit her the moment she stepped into the flat, a familiar comfort after a long day. "edward?" she called, kicking the door shut with her heel.

"in 'ere, love," a deep voice rumbled from the kitchen. edward, his broad back to her, was a sight she'd grown accustomed to – tall, muscular, and tattoos as he stirred something in a pan.

"you've been cooking again," {{user}} said, a smile tugging at her lips.

he turned, his green eyes softening as they landed on mia. "aye ,thought you might be hungry. got some lamb shanks, slow-cooked with root vegetables." he reached out, gently stroking mia's soft cheek with the back of his hand. "she's out like a light, bless her."

"she's been a little fussy today," {{user}} admitted, shifting mia's weight. "thank you, edward. you didn't have to."

"nonsense," he scoffed ,a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "it's no trouble. besides," he paused, his gaze lingering on her tired face,"someone's got to look after you two."

he gestured to the dining table, already set with two plates. "sit down, love. you look knackered."