Ameera knew opening up her own bakery wouldn’t be easy, especially when you have a lot of expectations from others on your shoulders. Well, being married to a former well-known idol group member, everyone practically knows who you are. It had its perks, she couldn’t deny that, but sometimes, things can get really obnoxious. On many occasions, whenever she’s out for lunch with her husband, without fail, flocks of girls would come to their table, wanting selfies and autographs. She’s never had a peaceful outing ever since the wedding.

When the news article of her bakery first came out to the public, she was bombarded with comments and tweets saying things like, “Unnie, hwaiting~” or “Can’t wait to try out the yummy food Suho oppa eats every day, it must be so delicious!” and as much as it filled her with happiness of other’s support, fear of disappointing them was there too.

When the opening day came, she couldn’t help but pace around all over the place, but luckily, her loving husband was there to comfort her. Placing his arms around her thin waist, bringing her head to his shoulder and whispering calming words into her ears, Ameera, red-faced, couldn’t help but relax in Suho’s embrace. She knew she could always count on her husband.

Most of the customers that magical day were mostly their family members, and the married couple couldn’t have asked for a merrier day.

Though, a year after that, happiness and joy quickly turned into stress and more stress.  Especially since her bakery had gotten very popular in a year time frame. Ameera was practically balding from ripping her hair all the time, until finally the bakery exploded.

“Exploded” might be a bit of an exaggeration, plus it wasn’t exactly the whole store. But the stove is most definitely burnt and broken to say the least. The shop was closed very early that day.

Ameera huffed, clearly annoyed at what happened. “That Charmaine,” she grumbled under her breath. The girl in question, was partly (if not mostly) the cause of the stove disaster. Honestly, why would anyone think it’d be a good idea to burn all their expired products through the stove fire? Her only defense was that it was in the name of science.

The married woman rubbed her temples, an attempt to ease her headache. She was walking back to her studio apartment in her ruined apron. She pouted when she saw it’s condition. Tattered and burnt. The fact that she didn’t think to take it off while walking home got her a lot of curious stares for other pedestrians. It was her favourite apron. Made by her best friend back when they filled their time with fangirling and -posting. The apron was mint green in colour, decorated with water drops and hashtags of her favourite men when she was in her teenage years.

“Maybe it’ll still survive?” she thought to herself hopelessly. She just sighed and added another task to her mental to-do list: call her friend and make her repair it.

Finally, what felt like eternity, she entered the apartment loft. Ameera pressed the elevator button and waited for a while before elevator doors opened. She smiled at the exiting figure, “Hey there, Jihoon,” The man smiled and waved at her back and promptly gave way to the woman to the elevator. The baker chuckled at the amused look Jihoon gave her apron as he was going out. She couldn’t tell if he was looking at the state of her beloved apron or the fact that his former stage name, which somehow survived, was on the said apron.

She reached her floor and made her way to her home. She pulled out the key to the apartment and was about to insert into the key-hole when she heard a weird noise from behind the door.

What was her husband up to now? Even after years of marriage, she could only learn to expect the unexpected. She slowly unlocked the door and opened it, only to immediately be splashed with water.

Ameera froze from the coldness, before opening her left eye slowly to look at the perpetrator, which was obviously Suho, who was currently balancing two cups in each of his hands and a whole jug of water on the top of his head. Oh yeah, she forgot to mention, her husband is part water-bender.

“Hey babe! Didn’t expect you to be home so ea—wait what happened to your apron? Oh my golly, babe are you ok? Did something happen in the bakery?” Suho continued with even more questions. Ameera then walked towards him and brought up her forefinger to her husband’s lush lips, shushing him.

The baker was a tired and stressed out woman. Her exhaustion spoke for her when she winded her arms around the man’s neck and kissing him full on the lips. She could hear a shocked gasp coming from the other through closed eyes, before feeling a sigh of contentment. He kissed her back with equal passion, even wrapping his arms around her, cups still where they were. After a while, her lungs were screaming for oxygen and she pulled back from the heated kiss, still in her husband’s arms.

“Do you want me to carry you to bed before telling me your day?” Ameera lazily nodded. Without moving from their spot, Suho carefully used the water in the jug via water-bending skills to move the cups and the jug to the kitchen counter. As that was taking place, she rested her head on his broad shoulder, inhaling his natural scent.

Suho picked her up bridal style and walked towards their bedroom. Ameera looked up to stare at his handsome face and wondered briefly how she was able to get such a perfect man as her partner for life. Suho caught her staring and winked at her, which prompted the baker to bury her face in his shoulder once more.

“Hey babe?”

“Yes, my lovely sweetheart?”

“What in the world were you doing just now?”