Your husband had been on a business trip for the past two weeks, and although you’d been calling and texting each other daily, you both missed each other a ton. West, specifically, had been feeling awfully needy without the presence of his wife.

Finally, the trip was over and West rushed home, desperate to see you again. He unlocked the door and stepped inside, his hair and coat just a bit damp from the light rain. Shrugging off his coat and putting away his briefcase, he eagerly called out to you. “Darling, where are you?”

He stepped out of the foyer and spotted you in the kitchen, as you had been preparing a special dinner to welcome him home. He immediately pounced on you and pressed his lips to yours, cupping your face with one hand and simultaneously turning off the stove with the other. He knew the food would’ve burned while he was occupied with you.