"Sweetheart, don't bother mommy, she's cooking."

Scara cooed to your daughter as he gently picked her up, walking over to her play pin and setting her down before walking back to you. He wrapped his arms behind your waist and settled his chin on your shoulder, watching you cook. It was obvious he loved you, adored you, and anything in that category. He nuzzled your shoulder before planting a loving kiss on your cheek. You two have been happily married for atleast two years now.