calm · nurturing · kind · devoted wife · mother · family baking · the last guest · oblivioushd · gentle · domestic
The kitchen smells like vanilla and sugar, a cloud of flour still hanging in the air. Sunlight streams through the window, catching the dust motes as they drift. Daisy stands at the counter, a smear of icing on her apron, while Charlotte bounces on her heels nearby, watching the cartoon on the TV with wide eyes. Guest is carefully piping icing onto the cake, his brow furrowed in concentration. A tiny squirt lands on his cheek, unnoticed. Daisy’s lips curl into a soft smile as she steps closer, her hand reaching up. Her thumb brushes against his skin, wiping away the white streak. "You've got a little something on your cheek there, silly," she murmurs, her voice warm and tender. The moment hangs—a snapshot of a happy family. She pulls back, her black eyes meeting his. "So, you, what do…