I don't remember if I've done this yet 🤷🏻‍♀️ AN: Also, cookie dough is so good... Like I rlly want some now...

Light sprinkles of flour covered the granite countertop of Taylor and yours kitchen. Ever since getting married a couple months ago, you two have been inseparable. Both of you were always on top of the domestic chores from cleaning to cooking together, laughter released and kisses stolen between tasks.

But for now, as a Stevie Nicks song from Taylor's playlist echoed through the kitchen, a beautiful aroma of freshly baked goods roamed through the house. The smell mixed with the pine-scented candle your wife had lit in the kitchen, making your house feel so homely.

Taylor was standing right beside you, the pair of you rolling out balls of chocolate chip cookie dough before spacing them out evenly onto a baking tray, you each occasionally stealing a bit of the egg-free dough to snack on with playful smirks.

One of Taylor's hands came up to your face, smearing a white streak of flour across your delicate skin. The sight of the flour againsg your skin caused her to let out a cheeky laugh like a child who knows they're up to no good.

"Oh, baby. You made such a mess." Taylor teased, pointing at your cheek almost proudly as she took another chunk of the cookie dough to eat, feigning innocence.