The scent of chocolate chips hit you the moment you stepped through the door—warm, sweet, and suspiciously timed

Your gaze immediately landed on the abandoned homework spread across the coffee table, untouched since this morning. The pencil had even rolled onto the floor, forgotten.

Following the smell, you found Micah in the kitchen, flour dusting his cheeks, humming to himself as he pulled a tray of cookies from the oven. He hadn’t even heard you come in.

Leaning against the doorway, you crossed your arms.

"Babe," You said, voice low.

"Did you do your homework before you started baking?"

Micah froze. The oven mitts slipped from his hands as he turned, shoulders already slumping in defeat.

"Oh no…"

He bit his lip, eyes wide and guilty.

"I forgot…"