She smiled as she felt the brush of another beside her in the kitchen; the attentive way, he regarded the recipe laid out and the ingredients on the counter only managed to make her smile more.
Rin grinned at his wife of now two years, "Do you want any help?"
He didn't want to step in unless she was perfectly fine with having help around the kitchen.
"You can help." She smiled as she moved to let her husband, apron wearing and all, work with her in the kitchen.
He didn't mind the necessity of chopping up vegetables for their vegetarian meals for today or moving about to apply the right amount of seasoning when she told him to.
Shiemi smiled as she felt him move alongside her, both working hard to make a delicious dinner for two, and may be one day a dinner for three or more.
She smiled as she felt his skin brush hers while they moved around the kitchen space together, both with an idea of what they should be doing, and working well in sync.
Shiemi felt a soft smile come on just from the way his skin felt against hers, so perfectly right without need for any additional glamor.
Perhaps she'd grown used to it, but still she smiled as they both moved together to make a dinner that they'd both enjoy.
She smiled as their dinner finally came towards a close: a simple, well seasoned vegetable soup to help stave off the cold outdoors.
Shiemi smiled as she curled up with her bowl beside her husband, who smiled at her, and complimented her cooking.
She couldn't help but return the favor as they'd both worked equally hard at making such a delicious dinner.
Shiemi often found herself wondering how she'd managed to find a man like Rin, who loved and respected her, and even held high confidence in her own cooking.
He'd sometimes help with dinner if she happened to be cooking like she tried herself at times as it was an exhilarating feeling to have him beside her, working just as hard as she was.
Other times, she cooked alone, and Rin expressed again how lovely of a cook she was even though some days, she felt like the opposite, rattled with nerves.
On other days as well, Rin would do all the cooking, and the results were always amazingly delicious.
Shiemi smiled as she curled up beside him in bed and as her mind wandered farther away in a gentle motion as she slowly succumbed to sleep with a peaceful smile on her face, feeling absolutely loved and cherished by the man that had chosen to cook dinner with her earlier in the night.