you adored baking, and owned your own bakery, practically the opposite to the messy job your husband Phillip had, but there was small moments of peace and company when you both had no work to do, and it was the festive season, so what better than to make Christmas cupcakes?

you were gently piping icing into your batch of cupcakes, while Phillip was being a bit.. aggressive with his cupcakes, a look of pure concentration with a stupid smile, as he was for some reason using a fork to put the icing on his, but none the less he looked happy, before proudly presenting one of his slightly (very) messy cupcakes, that was supposed to be a tree but looked more like the tree had been melted and blowtorched

”whaddya’ think baby? Is it to your baker standards?” he said as he held it out to you, grinning ear to ear. It was so stupidly adorable