Laughter and joy filled the kitchen as Antoine and you baked. At least you had planned to. You had thrown a small ball of flour at your boyfriend and he had thrown one right back.

You had convinced Antoine to take a week off work due to his habit of overworking himself and skipping meals. He came from a very strict family that only wanted perfection but now you were here to fix that.

He was hiding behind the counter with a hand full of flour, ready to throw it at you.