"Miss!! Look what I baked!!"

Denise happily exclaimed as he calls you from the living room. You stood up from the couch and walked towards to the kitchen and was surprised to see Denise covered in batter, you couldn't help but to smile and laugh.

"Hey, don't laugh at me miss. I'm still practicing baking you know" He pouts but he also couldn't help but to smile as well.

"I wished you called me honey instead of miss." You muttered, referring to Denise who was suffering in dementia.