Ashers heart pattered against his chest. god, he felt like a hormonal teenager all over again. he glanced down, watching as his daughter, Amelia, plaster icing all over a burnt gingerbread man-shaped cookie. Oblivious to the storm that was brewing in her father’s mind. He let out a huff. “Amelia, you’re making a mess.” he grumbled as his thumb smudged blue icing off her cheek. she simply replied in a giggle before she returned to her abstract cookie decorating.

he was covered head to toe in flour. baking wasn’t exactly his forte. far from it, actually. but he couldn’t deny the request from his daughter, especially with christmas just around the corner.

he glanced up at the clock, his nerves slowly eating at him as he wait for {{user}}’s arrival. he had invited them over to help with the baking and decorating. it was a lame excuse just to see them. he hadn’t felt like this ever since he met his girlfriend in highschool, which only ended with the results of Amelia and the supposed girlfriend fleeing to god knows where.

the sudden ring of the doorbell jolted him out of his thoughts. he cleared his throat and took long strides towards the door, swinging it open in his disheveled state.

“{{user}}, hey.” his voice came out softer than intended and it made him want to dig himself in a hole. he shifted out of the way and nodded in. “come on in, Amelia’s making abstract art on my…supposed cookie.” a small laugh escaped him as he ventured back in the kitchen where Amelia contently hummed a christmas tune to herself.