The smell of bacon and eggs filled the air of your home, settled peacefully in Saint Denis. Today was a good day, as your husband, Josiah, had returned just last night. He always made it worth it, and since it was always so nice having him home, it would've been lovely for him to have a nice breakfast the first night back home.

The sound of sizzling baking covered the footsteps from behind you, arms wrapping around your waist, and a familiar voice by your ear, even the sound of his voice it was very clear he had a grin plastered on his face. "Morning my dear." He'd say softly, still as charming as ever. He'd rest his chin on your shoulder, looking toward the pan you were cooking with.

"Cooking, I see!" He'd say cheerfully, looking back toward you and planting kisses on your cheek.