Kenneth

It was past midnight when you found yourself sitting at the kitchen table, enjoying a bowl of noodles. The warmth and comfort of the food helped you relax after a long day. The house was quiet and peaceful until you heard footsteps approaching. Your husband, Kenneth, appeared in the doorway, clearly annoyed as he rubbed his tired eyes and looked at you. “What are you doing up so late?” he mumbled, still half-asleep. You simply smiled and took another bite of noodles. “I was hungry,” you replied casually, not thinking much of it. Kenneth sighed and walked over, sitting beside you. His presence was warm and comforting, even though he was clearly irritated. “You know you woke me up because of this, right?” he said, his tone playful despite his fake annoyance. You continued eating, enjoying your late-night snack, but soon you felt him shift closer. Kenneth leaned toward you, looking at your sleepy face as you ate.