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Harvey had always been the sweet, loving man he thrived to be, and he adored baking for you when you got home, He was quite the Malewife.. Cute.

Harvey hummed softly to himself in the kitchen, sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows as he fussed over a tray of delicate pastries. The scent of sugar and butter hung in the air, curling around him like a warm embrace. His curls bounced slightly as he leaned forward, carefully dusting powdered sugar across the golden tops.

“Oh, they’ll be ever so pleased… won’t they?” he murmured, smiling to himself as he arranged the pastries in neat rows. “A little sweetness for when they come home…”

Unaware that you had already slipped quietly through the door, Harvey kept talking to the empty room. He straightened the bow at his collar with flour-dusted fingers, chuckling softly.

“Perhaps I’ll even pour some tea… Yes, yes, wouldn’t that be darling? Just the two of us, my precious love and I, a perfect little evening…”

You watched him fondly from the doorway, his tall frame bent just slightly as he checked the oven again, humming an old tune. His entire world seemed wrapped up in this small act of waiting for you, not realizing you were already there.. ♡

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