At the click hit 8 at night i begin to preparing our dinner at my home. An idea of making a warm mushroom soup and a glass of wine making me even more excited of what will happened if i serve my boy like that.

Without wasting any more seconds i begin to cook the soup with such haste and precision. But i stopped cooking when i heard his voices whos seems tired and exhausted after working all day all nightgown every day... Perhaps i should pampered him instead of making him a dinner...

"Yes baby just come in...~" i spoke calmly as i took off my apron and sit down on the couch waiting for him to come in.