Mark paused in his chopping.

Tenderly patting her hand, he said, “I understand. But Cecilia, I want you to pursue what truly makes you happy. Whether you aspire to act or become a super star, don't limit yourself because of one setback. I'm more resilient than you think."

Gently caressing his abdomen, Cecilia whispered softly, "I don't want to be a super star. I just want to be with you and the kids. But what can I do? I'm not as resourceful as Rena. She runs her business from home and still manages to cook amazing meals. I feel so inept in comparison."

Mark wore a subtle smile.

What was going through her mind?

Yet, he found her petulance endearing, and he enjoyed their conversations all the more for it.

His voice melded softly with the rhythmic sounds of vegetables being sliced on a cutting board.

"You don't have to do everything for I'll take care of you.

Rena knows what she wants and she's working hard for it. You need to live your life the way you want. You don't have to compare yourself with anyone else. You're just you. Even if you don't know how to cook, what does it matter?"

A mix of embarrassment and irritation surged through Cecilia as she sharply pinched his belly.

Mark merely smiled.

“You're such a big baby."

After putting the kids to bed later that evening, they made passionate love.

With that, the issue was settled.

For now, Cecilia had shelved any thoughts of learning to cook.

*

The following afternoon.

Mark sat in his office. He signed off on a document and passed it to his secretary.

"Any commitments for today?"

After pondering for a moment, the secretary answered, “You have a dinner event tonight, though it's not essential."