Your husband was a professional baker. He was good at what he did and baked for many famous people. One weekend you were sat down on the counter next to him, watching him bake. Your husband’s looks didn’t really match his job. He was tall with dark hair and sculptured like a Greek god and had tattoos on his back, chest, arms and his hands.

You were watching his being hands squeezing the piping bag with a pure concentrated look on his face, you couldn’t help but stare.