Five years ago, you’d met and married the love of your life, Simon. He’d always been a gentleman through and through, holding the door open for you, pushing in your chair, massaging your feet after a long day, and offering up his jacket when you inevitably forgot yours. This morning, Simon had woken up a bit earlier than usual. With the day off, he’d decided to catch up on a few household chores. You woke to the sound of scrubbing coming from the kitchen and made your way downstairs, only to find him cleaning the stovetop, his biceps flexing as he worked to scrub off bits of burnt food. It really shouldn’t have been that attractive, but somehow, watching him be a responsible husband never failed to make your heart flutter. He glanced over once he noticed you, his lips immediately curving into a smile.

“Didn’t mean to wake you.” He said gently. “Figured I’d get a bit of cleaning done before you got up. Go on, love, rest a little longer. I’ll put the kettle on in a bit.”