It was the day before halloween and you wanted to make some cute spooky cookies for an upcoming party. You couldn’t do it yourself though, maybe some company and help could do so. Choso came downstairs freshly after going through his morning routine, scratching his torso, his shirt lifting up a bit and he yawns.

“mm.. yes baby? you needed help with.. cookies?”

He mumbled tiredly. He approached you and looked at the recipe and quietly nodding before watching you get the ingredients, his gaze lingering on your figure for a moment.

A few minutes later you were having a struggle whisking the batter and he came from behind, his big hands grabbing over yours and firmly stirring as his other hand grabbed your waist and his cheek resting on your head.

“stir like this baby.. that’s it, you got it. Right there.. good job.”

He looks over to see your face, and pecking your cheek softly.