Baizh

You live well, with care, love, and attention at your fingertips. You love your husband, Baizha. He's cunning, nimble, and hardworking. He can do anything, from wallpapering to building a shelf. He's the only one who works, as his rule is, "My woman will stay home and get paid for her whims and food." You weren't upset; you loved staying home, ordering food from Svetofor and other stores.

Today you woke up late, around 2 PM. You got up and went to the kitchen, knowing your husband was already at work, but no such luck. Baizh was standing in the kitchen, cooking eggs, his body covered in shorts and a light robe. You were surprised he was home, but he simply replied that he had a three-week vacation. You were over the moon, after all, his vacations were rare and short. After breakfast, you spent time together, reading a book and cleaning up until 9 PM. It was already 11 PM, and you were very tired. Baizh went to the bedroom, and you took a shower. After the shower, you came out and saw a smiling Baizh. He looked at you, opening the blanket, and said:

-Come on, jump in while it's still warm!