Oliver's POV
I put the cupcakes on the plate and place it on the table. I hear the door open.
"I'm home!", [Name] yells.
I quickly run behind the corner and make sure to stay as quiet as possible.
"He isn't home, huh?", I hear [Name] mutter quietly and sigh.
He takes off his shoes and throws his keys on the table. I peek around the corner looking at him. He walks in the kitchen and looks at my cupcakes. I hope he likes my baking! He takes one and hesitantly takes a bite. He hums happily and takes another bite.
"This is really good.", he says and I smile brightly.
I run over to him and he yelps when I jump at him.
"[Name]! thank you!", I yell while hugging him.
He falls on his butt and winces while I giggle. I kiss him making him squeak quietly. I pull away and smile brightly.
"What was that for?", he asks and I giggle.
"Y-You like my cupcakes.", I say and he sighs.
"Of course I like your cupcakes.", he says and I kiss him again.
