TARA POV
Joseph arrived home, placing his bag on the couch before making his way to the kitchen where I was diligently preparing dinner. With a smile, he hugged me from behind, planting a sweet kiss on my neck.
''What?'' I chuckled, feeling the warmth of his affection.
''Nothing. I just want to romance with my wife. Any problem?'' he replied in a cute tone.
''Well, Mr. Husband, you need to earn something to do that,'' I teased, glancing playfully at him.
''And what is it?'' he asked, a hint of confusion in his expression.
''You have to take me shopping tomorrow,'' I replied with a sweet voice, giving him the puppy eyes treatment.
He chuckled and surrendered, ''Ugh, fine!''
I couldn't help but smile widely at my small victory. Joseph leaned in to give me a kiss, but our son, Thomas, barged in between us, asking innocently, ''What are you doing, dadda?''
Caught off guard, we exchanged amused glances, bursting into laughter at the unexpected interruption. The simple, joyous moments like these made our home a place filled with laughter and love.
