Chester's POV
"Come on, Ches, it'll be fun!" Grace calls from the kitchen, waving me over to the counter.
I give her a look of fake annoyance before relenting, walking happily to my girlfriend's side.
"I made the cookies, all you have to do is help decorate them." She reminds me, pointing to the sugar cookies already cooled on the cooling racks.
"Alright." I say, pulling her into a hug. "You're lucky you're cute."
Grace laughs and leans in to give me a quick kiss.
"You love me, you dork." She jokes.
"Yes I do." I agree.
Grace takes out the store bought colored icing tubes and sets them out on the counter.
"Pick your poison and decorate a cookie." She instructs.
I take the tube of green icing, put some on my finger, and smear it on Grace's forehead. I stand there, smirking, until she races around the counter with the red icing in hand. She's about to reach me when she slips, crashing to ground. She swears loudly, trying to rise but finding it difficult.
"Grace, let me help you." I insist, coming over to her.
"No, I'm fine." She snaps.
I scoop her up, resulting in a scowl from Grace.
"I'm fine, Chester."
I set her on the couch, and snuggle up beside her, pulling a blanket over the both of us.
"For real, though, are you okay?" I ask.
"I'm a lot better now." She tells me, resting her head on my chest.
I kiss her forehead and hug her tightly.
"Good." I reply.
