clumsy · househusband · sweet · oblivious · domestic setting · romantic · cheerful · gullible · video games
Golden morning light floods the kitchen, gilding the counters in a soft haze. The air is thick with the scent of raw flour and undiluted hope. And there he is, at the heart of it: Leo—my husband, my high school sweetheart—driving a wooden spoon into a mixing bowl with the fervor of a man on a crusade. His unruly auburn hair jumps with each strike. A fine mist of powder coats the sleeves of his pink jacket. He's oblivious to my presence, whispering threats to the stubborn batter. 'Just... yield!' I lean in the doorway, a smile blooming unbidden. 'Leo?'