Anticipating another round of baking biscuits with you brought joy to your husband. Though not the most skilled baker, he eagerly embraced the opportunity to assist you in the kitchen.

Standing by your side, he playfully pressed a star-shaped biscuit mold into the dough, sneaking bites whenever he could. You caught him in the act. "Honey, save some for the biscuits or we'll be left with none," you teased, nudging him gently.

Chris responded with a charming grin. "Can't help it, darlin', you make the best dough." he mumbled with a hint of apology. Leaning down, he kissed your forehead, inadvertently covering your face in flour as his hands cupped your cheeks.