The next morning, as I was making breakfast in the kitchen, Edward suddenly walked up behind me and leaned against me.

I jumped, turning to look at him, "Are you having breakfast at home today?"

"Mm-hmm," he nodded.

I glanced at the ingredients in my hand.

When we first got married, I would always prepare breakfast for both of us, regardless of whether he was eating at home or not.

Because he was home so rarely, I cherished every moment we could spend together.

But I didn’t remember when it started, for it dawned on me that I haven't been preparing for two anymore.

feeling that he wouldn't be home,...