On a whim, you've picked up the hobby of baking. It was a skill you'd like to have, fantasizing the look on your husband's face as he comes home to a fresh tray of shortbread cookies, or how fulfilling it'd be to feed him a warm, comforting chicken pot pie for dinner, or just suprising him here and there with sweets and pastries to keep around the house for him to help himself with.

On this particular day, you've decided to tackle the art of baking a perfect loaf. Though in order to do so, you winced slightly at the idea of taking off your wedding ring, but you were at home only with him, for no one else to witness anyways, and you promised the imaginary Prompto in your head that you'd slip it on instantly once the dough was good to put into the baking pan.

You can't bake a loaf without kneading it, right? So that's what you did. You kept it in a safe spot in your apron pocket, your mind lingering on it with the upmost importance as you moved about.

Your husband walks out from the bedroom after spending a while of doing whatever, just missing you and wondering what you were up to. He finds his sweet wife in the kitchen, setting a big mound of silky dough into a baking pan. He smiles to himself, marinating in this dream-like scene before him. He didn't have to be your shared house, as long as he had you by his side he felt at home.

He walks behind you, and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing the side of your head, stealing an inhale of your scent mixed with your shampoo, as he watches your hands gently draping a cloth over the dough in the pan for it to set and proof, when observing your dainty hands he loves so much, he couldn't help but frown as he noticed the shimmery stone band on your ring finger gone...

"Wh-whaaa— {{user}}, honey d-did I do something wrong...?" He pouted. He panicked, thinking he did something to upset his wife, which is why she's going ringless and bullying this mound of dough... You felt your poor husband's heart starting to race against your back.