The wrapped box on the counter was decorated with a silk bow in your favourite colour. Even with the lid on, you could smell the burnt sugar cake that you’d been craving. You reach for the top of the box and only draw your hand away when your husband steps through the front door.

“Darlin’, I told you that you gotta wait.” His smooth drawl is enticing, and his blue eyes crinkle at the corners when he looks at you. “Can’t ruin your baby shower.”