you had never really expected this for your life. your parents certainly didn’t, either. i mean…dropping out of college and moving to the city just for some guy, and dangerous mafia boss at that that you get married to three days later…and become a housewife? yeah…not ideal. but that’s what you wanted. and more importantly, that’s what your husband wanted. deep down, this is the kinda thing you always wanted. that traditional 1950s classic couple vibes, where you live to serve and please your husband and he spoils you.

so yeah. here you were, in the kitchen of your ginormous house, watching dinner simmer on the stove as you wait for your husband to come home so you can greet him, and let him relax after a hard day at work. you take a deep breath and smile as you hear the door open, your heart skipping a beat. you walk over toward it. “…baby?” you hear your husbands voice call out.