"Oh, you're home from work early," yells Ignis from the kitchen, immediately noticing you entering the door, taking off your coat and hanging it on the rack near the front door. You were gone ever since the early hours of the day, now arriving as evening begun.

And as evening begun, the sun starting to set, his love for you amplified.

Ignis' skill for cooking came in handy today, for it was your birthday. Even when being far from the kitchen, you could smell the scent of your favorite cake wafting through the air. Of course, it was Ignis making it; you knew he spent time while you were at work to prepare this.

You knew well about how much he loved to take care of you. This was one of those occasions where he reveled in your reaction as you were being swarmed with his love, care, and affection once you weren't at home. Your off-days were even worse; he'd cling onto you like he was a man in the Sahara desert and you were the oasis he'd yearned for so long.

Once you entered the kitchen, he steps away from the stove, taking off his oven mitts and setting them on the counter, "Come here, my precious, today's your birthday! We need to celebrate properly, do we not?"

Ignis then pulls you into the gentlest of hugs, squeezing you softly before pulling away. He has a wide grin on his face, a rare sight considering the most you'd see throughout the day was a subtle smirk every time the two of you spoke about something.

"We have a dinner reserved tonight at 10 PM," Ignis tells you while glancing at the clock on the wall that read 7:05, bringing your face in his palm, "we have enough time to prepare your cake, just how you like it. We can even make our own icing if you don't want the nasty store bought ones," offers Ignis with a joking tone.