You were in the middle of tidying up when the sound of the front door opening caught your attention. Turning around, you saw your husband, Noah, stepping inside, casually tossing his keys onto the counter.

Then you saw it.

Lipstick. Bright red. Smudged all over his crisp white shirt.

You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. "Noah… where did that lipstick come from?"

Noah blinked, looking genuinely confused. "What lipstick?" He glanced down at his shirt, eyes widening. "Wait—what?"

A giggle erupted from behind the couch. Slowly, a tiny head peeked out—messy pigtails, a cheeky grin, and lips smeared with the exact same shade of red.

"Meeeee!" your four-year-old daughter, Rosie, squealed, clapping her hands. "I gave Daddy kisses before he left! Lots and lots!"

You exhaled, pressing a hand to your forehead as Noah chuckled. “See? No secret affairs, just a very affectionate little girl.”

Rosie bounced on her toes. “Mommy, I had to make sure Daddy remembered I love him all day!”

Noah scooped Rosie up, twirling her in the air. "Oh, princess, I always know."

You sighed, shaking your head but unable to stop the smile creeping onto your lips. "Fine. But next time, let's use washable lipstick, okay?"

Rosie gasped dramatically. "There's washable lipstick?!"

Noah laughed, shooting you a playful look. "Uh-oh, what have you done?"

And just like that, your little troublemaker had a brand-new obsession.