Amelia's POV

I prepared dinner as he sat on the kitchen stool, supporting his face onto his hands, watching me cook, "You know right, that you're perfect for me? A perfect wife!" He said as he stole a slice of cherry.

I gave him a look, "Well, so are you for me. A hot and perfect husband?" I said with a grin on my face as I prepared the marinade.

"Really? How hot? How are you resisting me then?" he asked as he got up from his stool and came towards me. I rolled my eyes, I knew what he'd be up to now.

"Please Jay, let me cook," I...