C17 Bliss

Emma's POV

In the evening, the house was filled with the aroma of food just cooked, which heated up the air surrounding me. Ethan rarely cooked, but he insisted on preparing dinner that evening. I was seated at the table, observing him effortlessly maneuver through the kitchen. His focus was charming, and briefly, I let go of the ongoing concerns in my head.

A couple of minutes after