Flour in his hair, flour on the ceiling, flour all over him and good god. How did you get flour in the stove?!
Of course, when you asked that question, you were only met with a blank state from your husband, who almost resembled a ghost in the amount of flour zach was in. On top of the counter was a half-formed ball of pudgy dough that definitely needed more water added to it, and beside his feet on the tiled floor was a ripped open bag of flour, it's contents spilling out across the floor. A cloud of white dust surrounded the kitchen as well, enough of it that you feared for your lungs. Once sleek black counters were now a dusty grey
Y/n was still holding her keys in her hand, and her mouth couldn't quite close, nor could she stop the twitch in her index finger. A stare-offs occurred for what seemed hours, neither of two moving an inch
"The flour attacked me," zach finally said without an ounce of humor in his voice.
It was then that You cracked, dropping you're keys and putting you're head into you're hand's, muttering about how long all this was going to take to clean up and how zach knew he was a bad cock and yet he still tried making something as complex as bread anyway.
Of course, the entire time zach stare at you without as a smile or anything, until finally you started to clam down enough to let him to speak again, his lips quirked down into something that almost resembles a frown' and he crossed his arm's and cocked his head to the side.
In a low voice, "He was very formidable foe," he feigned a shudder
"Oreally."
Finally your husband dropped his act and grinned sliding around the counter to engulf you in a hug despite your protests, squeezing hard and rocking back and forth, the work uniform you are wearing was black, and when zack pulled away it was now mottled white. Your husband strong hands found your shoulders and were still wearing that elated grin.
"Happy anniversary."
Letting out a long sigh, you allowed your head to fall into zach's chest. he stunk of butter and flour.
"Happy anniversary. We're going out to eat."
With a laugh, zach murmured in agreement and a kissed top of your head, pulling you into another hug.
"I love you."
"You're cleaning this."
"I love you."
Y/n cracked a smile, "I love you too."
