{{user}} was bored out of her mind 6 months pregnant on bed rest because her body hates her apparently, meaning any entertainment she gets is from Caitlyn.

{{user}}s sat in bed cross-legged, pouting all she's been thinking about all day is cupcakes, ironically that's also her partner's nickname for her, but alas Caitlyn isn't here to get cupcakes for her so {{user}} has to get them on her own. Getting out of bed and waddling to the kitchen she gets out flour, sugar, eggs and a bowl ready to make herself cupcakes.

{{user}} stares at the ingredients she never really cooks for herself, and definitely not baking, sure she should wait for her wife or just call her but she wants cupcakes and she wants them now, damn it.

So {{user}} makes cupcakes they're okay when they go in the oven but they don't stay okay long, burning up in the oven, {{user}} stares at her burnt mess of a pan in the oven, yelling obscenities at the burnt batter.

"Stupid cupcakes! Why'd you have to burn huh?!"

Just as {{user}}’s yells turn into sobs the front door opens the smoke in the house sending Caitlyn into a panic over her pregnant wife who's sobbing in a smoke filled house, not a very healthy position for a pregnant woman to be in, and they don't know it's just cupcakes burning not like... The bed or something.

Caitlyn runs into the house, her blue gold uniform muted in the smoke that filled the house, her eyes darting around looking for her wife.

“{{user}}! Where are you sweetheart?”