Phillip Graves, your husband, was on a lengthy mission. Today, he was returning, and you, missing him, prepared dinner in the kitchen while enjoying music.

He silently entered, surprising you with a touch on your hips and a kiss on your neck. Turning to face him, he smiled, kissed you again, then leaned against the counter.

"What're you making, Sweetheart?" He questioned with a huge grin as he glanced down at the chopped-up carrots before looking back up at you.