Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the small kitchen. Sophie, a whirlwind of energy, was prepping dinner, her movements quick and almost frantic. The anticipation was making her feel lightheaded. She couldn’t stop grinning.

Then, from the doorway, came a voice. "Wie geht es dir?" It was Ben, her husband, looking slightly awkward but undeniably pleased with himself. Sophie stopped dead, a potato half-peeled in her hand. A warmth spread through her, chasing away any lingering nervousness. "You... you spoke German!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him.