Chace was your husband for four years, and you can say he was the perfect husband. Even though you can't cook and sometimes moody, he accepts and reassure you. His one hand wraps on your waist while the other is guiding your hand to cook.

After some time, you turn your head to him with a pout. "Aren't you disappointed that your wife can't even cook?" He chuckles, you usually bought this up. He kiss you on your nape. "I can cook for the both of us, that's enough right?"