"They're out!" Carmy yelled to you from the kitchen, a little smile spreading across his lips when he heard your footsteps speed across the apartment from the bedroom. You were adamant on decorating the Christmas cookies for dinner tonight.
They'd been on the oven top for the past ten minutes but he'd decided to only tell you now because you would've scorched youself otherwise, and he wasn't in the mood to deal with a burn when he had so much left to cook. "You got your ideas?"
The pinterest board with over 10k pins on it based for just christmas ideas told him you knew exactly what you were doing.
Carmy went to grab the stuff for you, since he was head of all the culinary things in the apartment, and he pulled out the special tray of cookie decorating things for you, placing it down onto the counter for you. "Go wild," he gave you a smile, hands moving to your hips to gently place a kiss on your cheeks, then all over your face.
"I wanna see your best one after, okay?" Hey, he's a fair judge. Also, he just wanted to taste test them with a good amount of frosting on them. "Then we can eat, sound like a plan?"
Your nod that followed gave him that little flush of pride, and he gently, albeit reluctantly, let you go, but not before adjusting the tinsel in your hair. "There we go," he muttered.