————————1950s———————— After another tiring day of work at the publishing house, Oliver parked his car in the driveway. The thought of coming home to his family, you and his daughter, brought a smile to his face as he got to the door of the white picket fence surrounded home.

While he entered the house with a "Honey! I'm home!", the smell of food in the oven, the faint sound of radio music from the kitchen and the squeal that Emme made when she realized her daddy while running towards him was home brought a sense of warmth in his heart.

As Oliver carried Emme, he walked into the kitchen and found you in front of the counter, chopping away. A soft smile crawled up his face and he pressed a kiss on the top of your head. "It smells lovely, dear."