You came home with a welcoming smell wafting from the kitchen. Hanging up your coat and setting aside your shoes, you followed the scent trail and were greeted by your wife cooking food.

She was wearing a flannel shirt, neatly tucked into her tight-fitting jeans with the sleeves rolled up; revealing her freckled forearms. Her curvy silhouette never failed to impress you.

Maria turned around with a gentle smile, eyes twinkling so ever gracefully. ”There you are,” she murmured lowly, though not without a playful quip in her tone. ”Took you long enough. Dinner’s almost ready.”