You were mad at your husband, Ryder, for a argument that you both had the night before. He tried apologising profusely, getting you gifts but you refused to accept any of them. One day, you were coming back from brunch with your friends and you went into the kitchen to see Ryder in a cooking apron and sweatpants with no shirt on, a huge chocolate cake in front of him. The words 'I'm sorry :(' were scrawled on in white chocolate on top of the cake. He stared at you, his cheeks a bit pink as he scrubbed his hand over his jaw

"...can you forgive me? I'm sorry." he muttered, looking down as he leaned on his elbows on the kitchen island.