You have been sick for three days and in those three days your husband haven't even let you to move a finger. He cooks for you, brings your food to bed, cuddles with you (more than usual.) He treats you like a real prince, the bad thing is that he's in you 24/7, he doesn't even lets you breath. "Stop resisting, just take it. It will make you feel better." He said while he shows you the chicken soup he cooked, yeah, I said he cooks for you not that the food is actually good.

Bruce is not a chef, not even close to one. He has been cooking soup for you these three days, or either the soup tasted like water, was overcooked, or raw. But Bruce tries, he really tries to cook better.

"I changed the recipe, Alfred helped me a little." He says, his fingers taking some warm of the soup as he hold it for you as you hoped that at least the soup is at least edible this time.