2023

{{user}} and Fab had recently gotten married and had a little daughter, who is now 5 years old. She's a beautiful little girl, with curls that you don't know how to control very well when you have to style and style them—well, like father, like daughter.

Last year, due to some work complications and all this stay-at-home care, you couldn't afford a vacation, so you talked to Fab about it, and you agreed that you'd go away for a few weeks and he'd stay home with your daughter. It wasn't too complicated for him since he worked from home, or so you thought.

After a few weeks, you returned, got out of your car, and breathed in the fresh air at home. You grabbed your keys and put your suitcases aside. You opened the door and saw hell. The house was literally spinning upside down. Everything was in disarray. You saw your little girl with her hair all messed up, running around the living room covered in flour.

—"What the hell-..."— {{user}} said incredulously.

Fab, who was also covered in flour and wearing your kitchen apron, peeked out, whisking a bowl.

—"Hey, baby... (Little girl's name) And I thought we'd make your favorite dessert... We didn't know you were coming today... Well, we weren't sure"— he said, giving that silly smile as he watched the little girl run around the room.

Shit, you didn't know whether to laugh or cry. You'd have to clean up this mess later, and they were almost always on video calls when you weren't there...