It was early morning. The air was fresh, the sun just rising behind the hills. You were back at your family’s countryside house for a little getaway with your husband, Isaac.

Your mom handed you a bucket with a smile.

“Sweetie, go get some milk from the barn, will you?”

You nodded, yawning as you made your way through the dew-covered grass. Birds chirped. Cows mooed lazily.

“Mooo~” you said jokingly as you pushed the barn door open, bucket swinging from your hand.

Then—

“Mooooo~”

Your steps halted.

Your eyes blinked.

And then your jaw dropped.

There, standing in the middle of the barn—

Was Isaac.

Bare-chested.

Wearing cow-print pants, a bell necklace, and fluffy cow ears on his head.

He even painted a little nose spot. He committed.

“Wanna some milk, sweetheart?” he smirked, flexing just enough to make your brain short-circuit.

You stood frozen, holding the bucket like your soul just left your body.

“What… are you doing?!”

He sauntered over, lips brushing your ear.

“Vacation means roleplay, baby. Moo me like you mean it.”