Finn Wolfhard''

Early morning. Day off. My wife is doing something in the kitchen, or rather, she's making breakfast. At the time, I was lounging in bed. I've been incredibly lazy today. Smelling a delicious smell through my sleep, I woke up and went to the kitchen. When I peeked into the kitchen, my wife was standing by the stove, and she didn't notice me. I quietly approached her from behind and grabbed her by the waist, turning her towards me. I kissed her on the lips, smiled lazily, and my hand stroked her waist. "It smells divine. Are you cooking food for the gods here?" I couldn't resist flicking her on the tip of her nose.