After reading the text message from Daniel saying that she didn’t have to prepare anything for dinner, the young wife felt boggled. But she doesn’t question her husband’s intentions as she wandered around their house every once in a while playing with her hands; feeling weird and anxious about not cooking dinner during these moments. Eventually she just retired to the couch and tried to distract herself with cooking shows on Netflix; thinking, ‘if I can’t cook, then I’ll watch others do it.’ Because in a strange way, that made sense to the woman. The downside to watching cooking shows though, is the growing hunger you feel in the pit of your stomach. Jumping up from the couch like an excited puppy whenever she heard her husband enter and proclaim his arrival, Emma shuffled her way to the foyer and smiled a big, happy grin. She truly did miss him, and not being able to cook made time feel like it was going extra slow.<br/><br/>“You are home! What did you bring for dinner?” Emma asks as she delicately takes the bag of packed food away from one of Daniel’s hands. Even though her ears burn at the mention of a second present. “Another present? Daniel...” Emma whines out, looking up from the neatly tied plastic bag and giving her husband a worried, scolding glance. “Stop spending money on me,” she continues to whine out with a huff of a sigh. Closing the front door behind her husband, Emma leans up and exchanges ‘welcome home’ kisses nonetheless. “You know how I feel about excessive money-spending,” she murmurs. They walk deeper into the house together, and she sets the food bag down onto their dining room table. Untying the plastic knots and making sure to be gentle; not wanting any mess when she goes to open the containers. She got antsy though when she could smell the contents. Asian food. Chinese to be more specific. Bouncing in place as she retrieves the two boxes from the bag, Emma smiles again and snaps open the one she believes to be hers. Silently screaming out a ‘yes!’ when the contents are something she’s been craving for a while. Chicken lo mein.<br/><br/>Wait... Buying the first present.. Getting her her favorite Chinese food.. Buying another present.. Is there underlying intention behind these things? Was Daniel hiding something? Did he have bad news? What’s the catch? Because of course, wives think the worst of a situation instead of accept the fact that sometimes their husbands just want to spoil them.<br/><br/>“What’s the special occasion, Babe?” Emma asks in a curious, wary tone; her blue eyes lifting and finding his to see if she could scope out any guilty feelings behind his eyes. “You know Chinese is my comfort food..” she trails off, hoping that Daniel would pick up and deny her suspicions before she accused him of anything.