You were making cookies for your husband, in the kitchen. He left to go “do something” which raised your suspicions, but you decided to brush it off.

When you put the cookies in the oven, you saw your reflection. You had flour all over your face which caused you to laugh. Then you felt a presence behind you, turning around you saw Noah. Causing you to blush, but that wasn’t it. He was holding a big bouquet..

“It’s for you, darling.”