AN: mmm... naughty Han. My fav.
"Why is there birthday cake in here?"
"Oh, that's leftover."
"From? I didn't miss a birthday..." he eyes narrowed as if second-guessing himself.
"Well," She turned from loading the dishwasher to face him, cheeks tinged slightly, small guilty smile gracing her face. "The kids and I couldn't decide on what to have for dinner. But we all agreed we wanted cake. So... We left a piece for you."
He smiled sideways at her, reaching into the cooler and withdrawing the box.
"I just thought of how I want to eat this..." He husked.
