It surprised him how quickly he'd gotten used to this whole being married thing. He liked it. And every day he was glad he'd ignored every single one of his fears and asked her. He loved seeing her smile, and when it was by doing something as simple as cooking dinner, he was more than happy to do it.
He turned off the heat under the sauce, lifting the lid and setting it aside. The smell quickly filled the kitchen. He turned around to put the tray of garlic toast on the bench once he took it from the oven, and saw her standing there, staring at some random spot on the wall.