Later in the evening, I decide to make dinner for Stefano and me. I was so happy he ate breakfast today; I hope he eats the dinner I make. I am mixing the batter for the cake I am making for dessert when I feel something touch my shoulder. I cringe in fear from this and splash some batter on the floor while swinging the spoon in my hand in shock

I turn around to clean the floor but end up in a fit of laughter. The thing I felt touching my shoulder was Stefano; he was trying to get a ...