"Mmm..." My husband paused in the doorway a little longer than usual. "Something smells good!"

I had to smile. "Dinner's ready!" I called back. "Soon as you've washed!"

He wasn't long in appearing in the kitchen. "Is that stew?" He asked.

"It certainly is." I said, offering him a bowl and some bread. "It's not much..."

Giles groaned. "It smells wonderful, love, and certainly beats working up the energy to cook something myself after the day I've had." He smiled, and started on his dinner.

He was tired, and it had been a rough day. I didn't ask him about it; the last thing he wanted was to come home from work and relive the day.

"So you married me so you wouldn't have to cook for yourself, is that it?" I teased.

Giles snorted. "You found me out." He confessed. "I was tired of living off of tea and toast."

"Is it worth it?" I asked. "Giving up your freedom and tying yourself down to one woman?"

Giles laughed outright. "Are there any other women?" He wanted to know.

"Good answer, dear." I told him fondly.

A smug grin spread across his features. "I rather thought so." He agreed.