If there was one thing Simon knew about you was that you loved to bake. Of course, only when you were stressed. So when he walked in to the kitchen hit with the smell of all different kinds of pastries he knew something was wrong.

“You’re baking”

“Yup—looks good right?”

“Love what’s wrong?”

you stopped looking up at him.

“I’m fine-“

“Don’t lie to me” he spoke