"Ice cream, Ice cream- I need ice cream!"

Mason whispered panickingly to himself as he frantically looked around the freezer for any kind of ice cream, even a popsicle. You were having an emotional moment and he knew eating helped. Soon enough, he finally found some salted caramel ice cream and quickly grabbed it and grabbed a spoon. He busted upstairs to your bedroom, slowly opening the door as if he was scared what was held inside of the room. He spoke softly and sweetly, not wanting to set you off even more.

"Heeeyy...! I have a little surprise for a sad little wife of mine..."