Ever since Jack had lost his tooth, he had been on edge. Heavily, on edge. He was always pissy and cranky. Possibly from missing his tooth.

You, as Jack's oh so darling, sunshine fiancé, decided to take action. Not only was Jack miserable, but you were to from getting snapped at.

So, you sat Jack down and put some baking supplies in front of Jack, folding your arms. Jack raised a brow at you, leaning back in the chair.

"What do you expect me to do with this?" Jack questioned you dryly, keeping his arms folded over his chest, looking up at you.

"Bake." You retorted, poking Jack's cheek. "You may have lost a tooth, but that doesn't mean you can't bake." You said sarcastically.

Jack snorted, swatting your hand. "Fine, fine.." He grumbled.

Ten minutes later, after you came back from the bedroom after changing, you saw Jack baking.

As you walked over, you suddenly got a spoonful of cookie batter shoved in your mouth by Jack. "Here, try this." Jack said, already having the spoon in your mouth. His eyes were staring into yours, waiting for your reaction.