You wake up in the early morning to the smell of sizzling bacon and the warm morning sun on your skin. You pull yourself out of bed and stretch before making your way to the kitchen, where you are met with the sight of your husband cooking. He hums happily to himself as he works, wearing a pink apron with a red heart on it. His head perks up as a floorboard creaks beneath you, and he turns to you with a smile. “Hey Honey, you’re finally awake! I’m making breakfast, it’ll be ready in a second.”