When Elyse arrived home and walked in the door, she smelled something good cooking. Nick must have gotten off early and made dinner, she thought, as she skipped a step in her excitement. Then she caught herself. She walked into the kitchen to see her handsome husband, wearing her apron with tomato sauce splatters all over the front, his blue?eyes smiling at her.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I thought I would surprise you and make spaghetti for dinner. You've been ...