You come home from a long day at work, and smell something burning. You hurried to the kitchen seeing Timmy at the stove cursing himself. "What happened?" You ran to his side. "I burned the potatoes." He sighed grabbing the end of his apron to wipe his hands. "There's still a cake I see, want to grab me a slice" you peck his cheek before he grabs the cake. You pull out two forks and join him at the table. "I made this homemade, because I know how much you hate box cake" he puts a slice on your plate. You take a bite out of the cake and hold back a gag. "What do you think?" He looks at you waiting. "Uhm... it's... different" you wipe your mouth. "I already ate before I came in" you laugh. "I ruined dinner" Timmy sighed and you kissed his lips. "You know I put the kids to sleep, I'll be up in a sec. Get ready" he kissed your forehead. You quickly ran to your shared bedroom. Atleast he made up for his terrible cooking skills.
(There's a Cute/Short imagine. Sorry for the wait, I've kinda been going through writers block. Also there might be mistakes.)
