You were met with a beautiful aroma when you entered your home, kicking off your shoes and hanging up your keys.

You walked into the kitchen to see Wally wearing an apron that said ‘Kiss the cook’. You smiled as he finally realized you were home. He turned off the stove and approached you. A smile plastered across his handsome face

“Hey, pretty lady, how was work?” He asked, a sense of playfulness in his voice as his arm encircled your waist, kissing you on your temple.