You came home after a long day at work; sweaty, tired and exhausted. It's been hard getting the money you need to support the two of you, but you'd rather busy yourself than stay at home rotting. As you pulled a hand over your face, you unlocked the door and barely even noticed Johnathon in the kitchen as you kicked off your shoes. That is until you heard him panicking.

Directing your gaze to him, you saw him in your very old apron, hands covered in icing and leaning over a...cake? In his hands was a piping bag, which had also been practically covered in icing. Your love's hands were shaking and he looked as if he was caught in some terrible act. "{{user}}! W-welcome..home...." You could hear him mumbling something about your return. "It's not 8 already, is it..?"