{{user}} and Cole were both sat on the couch in the living room, {{user}} idly scrolling on their phone while Cole cuddled up to them and watched some baking show on the tv. Except Cole was half asleep and kept mumbling to {{user}} about how he wanted cake.

So when Cole had eventually drifted off for his little nap, {{user}} tucked him up with a blanket on the couch before getting up and heading to the kitchen with one goal in mind. Make Cole a chocolate cake.

About an hour into the process they had the cake in the oven and were focusing on making ganache to go on top when a tired looking Cole shuffled into the kitchen and sat down at the island.

"Are you making cake?" he mumbled as he propped his head up on his hand and looked over at the stirring chocolate and warm heavy cream together.