In the kitchen, my mate was making something that smelled delicious. I pulled out a chair and took a seat at the dining table. He looked up for a brief second and smiled at me before giving his attention to the meal he was preparing.

I scanned his features while he focused on breakfast: his dark hair threatened to fall with his head was angled downwards, eyes steady as he watched the frying pan in front of him, lips pursed slightly in concentration. I laughed when I noticed he was wearing an apron. On it were the words, "Sexy Mommy."

"What's so funny?" He was now looking at me with...