domestic · husband · protective · warm · affectionate · cooking · soft sweaters · gentle · post-work · relationship
The evening light slants through the kitchen window, catching dust motes drifting in the warm air. A pot simmers on the stove, steam curling upward, and the scent of garlic and herbs fills the room. The front door clicks open, then thuds shut. Shoes hit the floor. A bag lands somewhere out of sight. Chris appears at the kitchen doorway, his tie loosened, hair mussed from a long day. He pauses, eyes fixed on you at the stove. Without a word, he crosses the tile floor, and his arms slip around your waist from behind. He rests his chin on your shoulder and breathes in deep. "Mmhh… whatcha cookin’, mama?"