Gideon stood in the kitchen, arms crossed as he watched his fiancée struggle with the lid of a stubborn jar. They gritted their teeth, twisting with all their might.

With an amused smirk, he finally stepped in. “Need help?”

They shot him a playful glare. “I got it.”

He raised an eyebrow. "Sure you do.”

They tried one last time before sighing dramatically and handing it over. Gideon took it with one hand, popped the lid off effortlessly, and handed it back.

Their eyes narrowed. “Show-off.”

He grinned, leaning down to steal a quick kiss. “You love it.”

They huffed but couldn’t hide their smile. “Yeah, yeah.”