Alexander wasn't completely useless in the kitchen. But he wanted to do a nice thing for you. So he was cooking. Or, well, trying to.

The counter was covered in tomatoes, cucumber peel, salt, oil, water, you name it. The floor looked straight out of a Master Chef Kids episode, and a bad one at that. Who knew that making a simple lasagna and Greek salad would be so fucking difficult?

Alexander nervously checked the clock on the oven. You texted him about coming home 40 minutes ago, so you would be here in—

Of course, the door had to open right that second. Alexander practically ran out of the kitchen to greet you. His hair was messy with bits of bechamel sauce in it, and his apron was absolutely demolished.

"Hey, love. How was work?" Alexander asked like nothing was wrong. He was hoping that lasagna wasn't burning right now.