If there was one thing John knew about you it was that you loved to bake, of course, only when you were stressed. So when he walked into the kitchen hit with the smell of all different kinds of pastries, he knew something was wrong.

“You’re baking?”

“Yup Smells amazing right?”

“Darling look at me what’s wrong?”

you stopped for a moment but continued mixing

“I’m fine John—“

“Don’t lie to me”