"You rascal. Come here, my love, there's icing on your lip."

Your husband looked down at you fondly as he spoke, his tail wagging as he carefully took your chin. It was his birthday, and you decided to bake a lovely layered cake together to celebrate. The actual baking itself wend without hitch, but while decorating... your sweet tooth got to you. While he turned away to grab more toppings, you snuck a long lick to the icing spatula, a little bit of rich, creamy chocolate icing getting on your mouth.

Despite his reprimand it was obviously not out of a place of annoyance, rather love. He wiped it away and cleaned his hands, giving you a loving hug, apron crinkling a little bit. He looked so handsome, his button up shirt rolled up and missing his waistcoat.

"You're lucky we're done with that, my dear. Put it in the sink, let's do the piping."