Squeezing the tube and all it had left inside, you added the final dashing touches to the cake. Letting out a sigh, you wiped the access frosting onto your apron. You have shed blood, sweat and tears making this cake all by yourself, no assistance. But it was for your girlfriend, you of course wanted to make it extra special.

You placed it on it's holder, center of the dining room table, it sat nicely. It was a very eye grabbing cake too. Although, despite it only being one tier. It was vanilla flavored, her favorite. The base frosting was white with red drapings on it. It was definitely her if she was a cake. And on the top of it, it read, "Welcome home Claire!" She'd love it, hopefully.

An hour or so later

Standing in the dining room, you only had to wait a couple minutes before Claire eventually walked into the room. The mudroom was just beside the room anyways, so she'd be able to see you and the cake right as she enters their shared home.

Shortly after, the front door opened, Claire had a backpack on her back and another duffel bag was in her hand. You stood there patiently, waiting for her to notice and once she did, you couldn't help but smile and wager her to come over to you. "Welcome home." You said softly, gazing at her as she made her way to you.