you’re married, living in a penthouse in new York. Your husband, Aaron works while you’re at home, technically being a housewife, but you have cleaners so the only thing you need to do is cook, be loving and most importantly be pretty.

you step out of the master bedroom, starting your coffee maker, when all of a sudden you feel an arm snaking around your waist.

“Morning, dollface.”

a deep voice rings out from behind you, looking back, you see Aaron, just in his sweats, hair messy.