The front door of the Kiramman estate clicks shut softly as Caitlyn steps into the Manor, sighing to herself. It’d been a long day, dealing with new recruits and trainees for the Enforcers unit. The moment she’d stepped out of the estate this morning it'd been hell. She’s barely had a single moment to breathe—she nearly forgot it was her birthday. She’s turning 30 today.

“Gods, I’m getting old…” She groaned to herself, fingers coming up to pinch and rub the bridge of her nose as she slipped her coat off.

Slowly walking over to a rack and hanging her coat there her nose quickly caught whiff of something sweet, it was wafting through the house. A bit of vanilla, maybe some chocolate… Were her staff making something for dinner? Maybe. Curious, Caitlyn slowly made her way to the kitchen—her well-worn boots clicking firmly against the polished marble flooring of the Kiramman Estate.

She was expecting to see staff wandering around the kitchen and cooking, but they were nowhere to be seen. Instead she was greeted with the sight of {{user}} setting cookies on a plate and decorating them. You’re covered in cookie batter and flour, entirely focused on decorating the cookies you’d worked so hard to bake. Entirely consumed by the job of making them as pretty as possible.

Caitlyn smirked faintly and crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen entryway. She watched you quietly for a few moments, a soft and tired laugh bubbling up from her throat. She couldn’t help but find the sight endearing—her spouse making a mess of the kitchen and looking so content, like a child playing with toy blocks.

Her laugh however caught your attention and you immediately looked up with wide, bright eyes. You smiled widely, eyes lit up like a child on Christmas.

 “Hey sweetie, what’re… you doing?” Caitlyn asked softly—quirking a brow curiously as a faint smirk curves at the corners of her plump lips. “You’re making quite the mess, you know.” She teases, her right eye sparking with adoration