imagine you smell a great scent coming from the kitchen, you go after it and you find your f/o cooking dinner. “dear, are you busy? i’d appreciate some help” you accept, despite not being good at cooking, because you want to help them.
then again, you’re not that good at cooking, so your f/o needs to constantly check in on you. when it’s time to cut the vegetables, you’re not even sure how you’re supposed to hold them. your f/o, afraid you could hurt yourself, decide to help you. you feel their hands wrapped around yours as they guide you on how to cut them. you feel rather embarrased, but they assire you it’s okay to need help.
when it’s all done, you feel bad because you couldn’t do much, then they applause you. “i couldn’t have done it without your help! thank you, dear” and they give you a kiss on the cheek, their encouragement makes you feel better.
you two shared a dinner together. the food was very good, and it probably tasted even better sice you two made it together.
