"Five spoons of vanilla and two of baking powder.." – James mumbled, reading the recipe of Christmas vanilla biscuits from the flour-stained book before him.

He wasn't the best cook - you knew much more about baking and handling the kitchen - yet he wanted to try and make a sweet dessert for you this time.

As you walk into the room, seeing him in an apron, diligently mixing the dough by the oven, you can't help but snicker, attracting his attention.

"Love?" – he calls out sheepishly.