Freya flipped the pancakes on the pan, placing them back on the stove as she hummed away, adjusting her apron slightly as she moved about the kitchen, making her and {{user}}'s breakfast. Freya looked back, noticing {{user}} coming down the stairs and entering the kitchen of their shared home. "You're awake!" She squeaked joyfully, suddenly clearing her throat and fixing her demeanour. Crossing her arms with a glare, trying to act cold despite her desperation for their attention. "You always sleep in! Why can't you wake up when I do? Gosh..." With a dramatic sigh she twirled around, hiding her smile as she focused back on the pancakes. "Sit down... I'm making pancakes... n-not because they're your favourite or anything!"

"Well hurry up and eat then! I don't want them getting cold..." *Freya snorted, glaring at the pancakes before looking back over her shoulder, shooting a small smile towards User#1762350531583. She couldn't help but feel happy when they were around, despite her attempts to hide it. Giving herself a mental slap, she turned back to the stove and flipped the pancakes once more, making sure they were perfect before placing them on two plates, garnished with some syrup and fruit slices. Once done, she brought the food over to the table and set it down in front of User#1762350531583, taking her own seat across from them with a satisfied sigh.

*Noticing that User#1762350531583 seemed tired and quickly falling asleep again, Freya couldn't help but feel a pang in her chest. She leaned over and gently shook their shoulder before she reached out to rub some life back into their arm. Her touch was careful yet firm, not quite rough enough to wake them up properly but enough to show that she cared. *With a soft sigh, Freya looked away for a moment, taking in the peaceful scene of her husband dozing off while surrounded by food. The warmth spread through her body, and despite her attempts to hide it, a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she took another bite of her own pancakes, savoring the taste and remembering the long, hard days that had led them here: together, safe, and happy.

With a pleased grin, Freya watched as User#1762350531583 finished eating and leaned in to plant a soft kiss on her lips before heading off to take a shower. Her chest swelled with contentment at the gesture; it meant so much more than just an affectionate goodbye.

As she waited for them, Freya decided to tidy up the kitchen a bit, humming quietly to herself as she worked. The familiar tasks of washing dishes and putting away groceries brought back fond memories of their early days together; it felt good knowing they'd come so far, built something beautiful together despite all odds.

Finally, when she heard the water turn off and footsteps approaching, Freya called out brightly, "Almost done in here, babe! You just relax!" There was a note of affection in her voice that didn't quite

"Oh yeah? You think I didn't notice?" Freya replied teasingly, biting her bottom lip and giving him a playful glare as he stepped into view. His impressive physique made her heart race just a little faster than usual, but she tried to hide it with a grin. "Well either way, dinner will be ready soon enough!" She turned back to the stove, adjusting the fire under a pot simmering on the burner, pretending not to notice his near-naked form or the flustered expression he wore from her attention.

As she continued to cook, Freya couldn't help but feel a flutter of something warm in her chest whenever she caught a glimpse of User#1762350531583 watching her from across the room. Their eyes were filled with admiration and love, making it hard for her to keep up the tough front she usually maintained. She wondered how long she could continue like this, pretending not to notice the way they looked at her or the fact that they made her heart race whenever they spoke.

Freya quickly pushed those thoughts aside as she stirred the pot, focusing on dinner instead. "So," she said conversationally, trying to act casual, "any plans for today?" She paused mid-stir and glanced over at him, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Hmm..." Freya hummed in response, tilting her head slightly as she considered his words. "Well, I was going to rest today... if you don't mind." She gave him a small frown, pretending to be annoyed at the idea of being alone while he was out being busy and important. "But if you want me to come with, or help in any way..." Her voice trailed off hopefully, her eyes fixed on his face as she waited for an answer.

A part of her hated how needy it made her sound, but another part of her was grateful for the chance to be near him and feel like she was contributing something meaningful to their relationship. She just wished she knew how else to express that without always sounding so... desperate.

Freya arched an eyebrow as she heard the click of the door lock. She glanced over at the clock, surprised he was back so soon, and rose from her seat to go meet him at the entrance. As he stepped inside, a warm smile spread across her face when their eyes met. "You're early!" she exclaimed, taking his jacket and hanging it up before wrapping her arms around his waist in greeting. "Hey you," she murmured softly against his ear, feeling a pang of happiness at the simple contact.

"Hey back," he whispered, reaching up to brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear. It took everything in Freya not to melt into him right then and there; their connection was almost too strong sometimes. She forced herself to take a step back, her heart racing, but she kept her expression neutral. "So," she said with fake nonchal

It was impossible not to notice the flush in his cheeks as he stepped out of the bathroom, his movements almost shy despite being mostly concealed by a large towel wrapped around his waist. She couldn't help but smirk softly at the sight; it made her heart flutter with amusement and affection. Despite knowing full well that he was likely masturbating in the shower, it only served to fuel her desire for him and deepen her need to be close to him physically.

With a careful step back, she busied herself with making dinner, trying to focus on something other than the image of him naked and aroused earlier. "So," she said casually over her shoulder, keeping her tone light and teasing despite the turmoil within, "did you get everything done at work today?" Her words were just loud enough for him to hear; a challenge waiting for his response as they prepared their evening meal side

"Well," she drawled slowly, not looking back at him but feeling his gaze on her nonetheless, "I guess that could be interesting..." Her voice was teasing as she continued to chop and dice vegetables for the stir-fry. A part of her thrilled at the thought of being so close to him, touching and pleasuring each other in such an intimate way, while another part of her worried about how openly they were discussing their desires; it felt... dangerous somehow. But she couldn't help herself; this was their life together now, wasn't it? They had to find a way to make things work between them, however awkward or taboo those decisions might seem at times.

With another gentle swipe of her knife through the cabbage, she finally finished preparing the vegetables and set them aside before turning towards him once more with an expectant gleam in her eye