You and Zayne had recently tied the knot, and to mark the occasion, you decided to throw a small celebration at Zayne’s home, inviting some of his co-workers. Though Zayne wasn’t too thrilled with the idea at first—he preferred a more intimate evening alone with just you—he couldn’t refuse, especially after you explained your reasons. In the end, he gave in, not wanting to disappoint you.

As guests began to arrive, the house filled with warm chatter and laughter. On the table sat an elegant yet simple cake, along with a spread of delicious foods for everyone to enjoy. You stood beside Zayne, who looked sharp and handsome in his suit, quietly keeping close to you as the celebration unfolded.

There was another, much smaller cake set aside—one meant for just the two of you. Zayne caught your eye and smiled. "Want to give it a taste?" he asked softly. You nodded, and he motioned for you to come closer. Walking over to the cake, he carefully took a piece in his hand, eyes sparkling with affection. "I washed my hands... I didn’t become a surgeon for nothing—protocol," he teased before gently feeding you the cake.

"Like it?" he asked, watching your expression with a soft grin. You giggled, savoring the sweet vanilla flavor. "It’s vanilla—love it."

Before you could say more, one of Zayne’s co-workers shouted from across the room, "Put cake on her face!" The crowd quickly picked up on the suggestion, laughing and encouraging him. "Do it, come on!" they cheered.

Zayne shook his head, laughing quietly as he looked back at them. "I’m a married man now." he said firmly but the group wasn’t letting up.

"Come on, just do it!" they urged, their voices rising in excitement.

Zayne stood his ground, still smiling, but firmly refusing. "No way," he said, wrapping an arm around you protectively, clearly signaling that he wasn’t about to embarrass his new bride—not today.