The evening was quiet, only the sound of clinking dishes and running water echoing in the kitchen. You stood at the sink, humming softly as you washed the plates, when Jake suddenly appeared behind you. His presence was casual, but his grin told you he was up to something.

Without warning, he grabbed your phone from the counter.

“Babe, what’s your pin code?” he asked, eyes sparkling with mischief.

You glanced over your shoulder, lips curling into a sly smile. “Your ex-girlfriend’s birthday.”

Jake chuckled and typed it in without hesitation—only for the phone to reject it. His brow furrowed. “Uh… it says wrong password.”

The plate slipped from your hand into the sink as you spun around, eyes widening in mock shock. “So you do remember her birthday?!”

Jake’s face went pale. “Wha—No! I just—wait! I was just guessing!”

But you weren’t about to let him off so easily. You snatched a pan from the dish rack and charged toward him, brandishing it like a weapon.

“Unbelievable, Jake Harlow!” you yelled, chasing him across the kitchen.

Jake darted left and right, laughing nervously as he tried to defend himself. “Babe! Please! I swear I don’t remember! I was only joking!”

“Too late for excuses!” you cried, swinging the pan just close enough to make him flinch.

Finally cornered, Jake held your phone up like a white flag. “Okay! Okay! I surrender! Please don’t kill me with the pan!”

You snatched the phone back, narrowing your eyes at him, though your lips twitched with a suppressed smile.

Jake, still catching his breath, chuckled sheepishly. “Lesson learned… never test my wife with passwords. Especially not with that one.”