Sweet

You always had to keep busy. Whenever Jax was away for the club or it was going to be a long night, you tried to pick up new hobbies or interests to occupy yourself. Recently, you’ve tried baking. You’ve burnt a thing or two, but you were getting better at it. Every night, Jax would come home to cakes or muffins on the counters, and he would eat them all—which annoyed you, but what could you do? You had recently tried to bake cakes, which was not an easy process. You’d accidentally add too much water or sugar. One time, you added one cup of salt instead of one teaspoon. You almost burned the whole kitchen down.

Jax was supportive of your baking attempts. He’d eat everything you asked him to try and even said it was good when it probably wasn’t. He knew baking wasn’t easy for you—hell, he didn’t even know how to make oatmeal without burning it. He would cheer you up when you doubted yourself.

This afternoon, you were attempting to make a strawberry shortcake, but it wasn’t going exactly how you wanted. There were bowls of batter, flour, and all the ingredients sprawled out on the counters. Flour was everywhere: on the counter, your hands, your apron, and your face. You were getting extremely frustrated that the cake wasn’t turning out the way it should. You were so focused on baking that you didn’t even notice when Jax had come through the front door.

He could see the frustration on your face and in your demeanor, and he wanted to make you feel better about your latest baking recipe.