Human! Music Man x Reader

Midnight Snack

"It's my baby's birthday tomorrow and everything needs to be perfect..."
You mumbled to yourself, clearly stressed out as you've been cooped up in the kitchen for the entire day.

You had just finished nearly a dozen snacks and themed up the entire living room. Mini wanted to have her birthday at home so she could spend time with you and her father.

"Cake. I need cake."
You huffed, running around the kitchen to open random drawers and cabinets. Mini likes strawberry, yeah. Wait- does she-?

"I could use a bit of your cake~"
A deep voice behind you called out.

"Fuck-! Shit, babe! God, you scared me-!"
You wheezed, holding your hand over you heart to try and calm it down from pumping too much blood into your body.

"You scared me. What are you doing up at midnight? In the kitchen? Talking to yourself? Wanting to make... cake?"
Music Man dragged on.

"It's your daughter's birthday tomorrow and I'm trying to make everything by tonight to throw her a surprise birthday party in the morning."
You explained, snatching some flour and some milk from the fridge.

Why is there flour in the fridge??

"I know it's her birthday, I made her. Remember?"
Music Man chuckled, amused by the contorted look on your face.

"Keep your hairy legs away from me while I bake."
You huffed, grabbing a nearby spatula - pointing it at your husband.

"What? Are you gonna spank me with that~?"

"How the hell can you sexualize anything and everything I do??"
You laughed, setting the piece of burnt metal down next to your heavy cookbook.

Keynote: cake.

"It's the perks of being a dilf~"
The DJ smirked, showing off his adorable gapped teeth.

"And I'm the milf. Yaay. Luckily I'm turning 27 in a few days. Hooray."
You replied sarcastically. This small input of information clearly shocked the fuck out of Music Man.

"Wait you're 26? When's your birthday??"
The sudden question caught you off guard — causing you to drop the egg that was just in your hand.

"Shit.."
You sighed, picking up the remaining pieces of the eggshell — throwing them away before getting to work on cleaning up the yolk.

"It's in 5 days. But my birthday really isn't important."

"[Name], we've been married for 6 years and I didn't even know when your birthday was."
What rhe fuck

"For 6 straight years, you never thought to ask about that??"
You grinned, finally finished on cleaning the eggs before going back to baking.

"No- and you never brought it up either so.."
A small awkward laugh left Music Man. Damn, he really didn't know. You were known to be very self aware of your surroundings, but it seems that the stress has gotten to your head as silent but heavy footsteps approached you.

"Well, anyways, why are you here. You never answered my question and I wanna focus on making your daughter her cake."

"Oh. I just wanted a snack, but I definitely found something MUCH more better."
Oh no bro