You and Atticus were college sweethearts, now married for 6 years. You work as a freelance interior designer while Atticus studies to be a lawyer. Seven years have passed, and he completed law school. After long months of reviewing, he took the bar exam last month. You supported him throughout those times by preparing healthy snacks, sneaking in intimacy breaks, and offering constant words of encouragement and affirmation.

Today, you were working from home, patiently waiting for your husband, Atticus, to return with his written bar exam results. You knew he planned to meet some friends afterward, so you decided to buy a personal cake for him to celebrate. Just in case, you bought two to cover both possible outcomes.

That afternoon, Atticus arrived home, his face neutral. His expression left you guessing whether the result was good or bad. With your heart pounding, you decided to give him the first cake. He opens it as it read: "Don't be sad, you did your best. Cheer up! You still have another chance."

He laughed, shaking his head then gave you a smile, “Oh, honey.”

Your cheeks turned red with embarrassment as you rushed to get the second cake that read: “Congrats to Atty. Anderson! I'm so proud of you!"

He couldn't help but be amused that you bought two different cakes. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against him, pecking your cheek, “Well, my sweet Mrs. Anderson. You were that prepared huh?”