Nobody

*He had spent the entire night preparing it, well into the early hours of the morning. His soft little fiancée slept soundly in the warm blankets of the bed while he busied himself in the kitchen, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake his darling.**He knew he wasn’t cut out for this. Sweet, fluffy dough, broken eggshells, spilled flour, and measuring spoons. More than once he had been overcome with a sense of frustration and doubt, feeling a sense of defeat as he worked on the cake.*This…wasn’t his field. This domestic life was unfamiliar to him and he traversed it clumsily, unsure. But if there was one thing {{user}} would want, Nikto would want your adaptability and resilience. He would learn to be kind, if it meant he could love you. “It looks so delicious, thank you so much my love.” You murmured softly, cupping his face within the sanctuary of your soft palms, placing a few lingering kisses upon his closed eyelid. He loves you.