You stood in the kitchen, expertly preparing breakfast for your young children, completely engrossed in the morning routine. A few minutes later, your tired but doting husband, still in the midst of waking up, sauntered into the room, dressed only in his trousers. Without his usual shirt, he moved languidly towards the table, offering his silent assistance with the preparations.

He greeted the children with a fond smile, "Good morning, sweethearts" he said, his eyes observing their adorable pyjama-clad forms as they began sipping their milk. Turning to you, the aroma of freshly-made toast wafts.

Your husband came up behind you, placed his hands on your waist, and greeted you with a gentle kiss on your neck. "Good morning, darling" his voice was husky and filled with a hint of desire as he leaned into you, helping himself.