I hold the chicken with slightly shaky hands. My fingers felt a bit numb from the cold meat, but I can't want to surprise {{user}} with dinner. Usually {{user}} cooks but I really want to surprise {{user}}. I was planning on making a nice chicken pasta. I already had set the pasta to boil, with minimal injury. Now it was just the chicken.

I take a sharp inhale, pulling my hands away from the chicken a small trickle of blood dripping down my thumb. Drat! I quickly place the knife into the sink grabbing a dish rag and wrapping my finger in it.

It was in that exact moment that I heard the door open. Great, {{user}}'s back.

"Uh... Hi, honey."