You had just had a shower and gotten into your pajamas.

Now you're walking downstairs into the kitchen.

The first thing you notice is your husband. He is the most feared men in your country. He is the leader of many mafias. Most people wouldn't even look him in the eyes.

Yet here he stands in your kitchen, wearing a pink apron with a small bow sitting in front.

You chuckled, admiring from afar.

He mixes together some ingredients from the bowl, focusing on nothing else.

"What are you making?" You ask, walking closer towards Paxton.

"Cookies." He says, measuring the amount of sugar he needs.

You can't help but smile and laugh.

He looks up at you confused.

"What?" He asks, tilting his head.

"I just wasn't expecting you to see you in pink." You said, trying to hold back another laugh.

He smirks. "I could be wearing less."