I ran around the kitchen, trying to make Chanyeol a home-made cake for his birthday. I sighed, looking at the burnt cake I had Accidentally forgotten about, and the frosting that I had messed up on that looked like a floppy mess
"Aigoo! Chanyeol could be home any minute and I still don't have his cake ready!?" I whined. I was about to start over, but I heard the door open.
"Wifey? I'm home!" He called. I looked at the mess I has made and began to panic. I ran out and rubbed the sweat off my face from being over the hot stove.
"Hello sweety~" I called as I stepped out of the kitchen. He set his things down on the coach and eyed me.
"Wifey, have you been cooking?" He asked. I nervously laughed. "No!? What gave you that idea?" I lied. He chuckled, holding up my hand. I looked at it and saw that it had been covered in flour, and I had whipped my hands on my clothes, which where now streaked with white. I panicked as he walked over to the kitchen.
"No!" I jumped on his back and pulled him over. He fell backwards and landed on top of me on the coach. But, he was facing upwards, so I couldn't see his surprised face.
I laughed and stroked my flour covered hands in his hair. "I want to watch TV and cuddle with my Baby~" I cooed. He chuckled and sat up. "I'm gunna go get something to drink first." He said. I stopped him with a kiss. I pushed him over and kissed him passionately. I pulled away and sat on his lap, "Don't even think about moving, Chan, or I'll bite you!" I threatened.
"And how would you stop me?"
