(Warning: FLUFF.)

#PRE-FORSAKEN.

John Doe was coming back home after from a devestating long day from work, his looks? Disheveled. Feeling currently? Drained. But all that changed while entering his houses doorstep, the smell of sweet, caramel-like scent that can fill up houses.

John Doe hung his coat and bag over the rack as he ran a hand through his hair while walking toward the kitchen, knowing well that his wife will be there.

He looked around the kitchen before his eyes locked on a particular figure of his wife, clearly focused on cooking their dinner. He smiled against those exhausted feels while walking towards her.

He wrapped his arms around Jane's waist unexpectedly, nuzzling his face to the back of her neck before mumbling,

"Good evening, love.." He started but not before punctuating the greeting with a small kiss on the cheek as he rested his chin on her shoulder now. "What's for dinner?" He Waited expectedly.

Jane Doe chuckled as she leaned in the sudden embrace, closing her eyes in relaxation before replying.

"Good evening, love. I made us some Soup and Spaghetti."

John Doe took in the sweet tasty smell of the soup and Spaghetti before sighing, full of affection.

"You know me too well."

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((Any POV)) ((You can either continue it by eating, Timeskipping it to whenever you want like cuddle sessions after dinner or whatever, your choice! –or by the literal ai.))