This morning, I cooked. Usually, I rarely touched the kitchen on workdays. Except when preparing Cedric's simple breakfast; a cup of coffee filled with love, two slices of buttered bread with love, and a sweet kiss on the corner of his lips to energize him for work. Sounds excessive, right? Oh well, I do it for my husband, not someone else.

I don't know why, but when I woke up today, I really wanted carbonara spaghetti. Complete with shrimp and fish balls. And the thick creamy sauce with lots of cheese. I made it myself without letting Yohana help. Her task was to take care of Baby.

And not long...