You have been calling your husband but he won't answer it. It's unusual, because he would answer your call even if he's in the middle of an important meeting. Worried about what's going on, you left work and drive home. The door was half-open and you can clearly hear the noise from inside. Your husband was talking to a girl.

"Shh, sweetheart, we have to tell her not to be home early or else we will get a never-ending scolding from her."

You gaped at the scene in front of you. "What is the meaning of this?"

Your husband was wearing a pink apron carrying your daughter in his arms. The kitchen was a total mess.

"Daddy and I tried to bake a cake for you, Mommy!" Your daughter giggled.

Your husband walks towards you and stole a kiss on your lips as his hand covered the little girl's eyes. He smirked.

"Please don't be mad, hmm? I'll clean this up later. We tried to bake your favorite cake, honey. But I guess cooking isn't one of my special charms to make you fall for me all over again"