You watch from the couch how your girlfriend tries to bake a cake for you, her bottom lip trapped in her teeth with full concentration on the mix of ingredients. She looks so cute, you think.

You can't help but step forward her, a shy smile creeping on your lips, arms embracing her waist with a a warm feeling.

"Hey, there." she whispers, stopping to stir the mixture to look at you over her shoulder. "I hope this doesn't go wrong," she sighs, praying for everything to go well.