Cecilia sank into the sofa, selecting a romantic movie to distract herself and tearing open a snack bag.
While Mark couldâve escorted her home after cleaning, he was reluctant to break the momentâs fragile tranquility.
He knew she was hurt by the dayâs events.
On a whim, he decided to bake some cookies.
Mark rummaged through the cupboards and found a bag of flour.
Heâd recently experimented with various cookie recipes â milk-infused treats perfect for Olivia, who loved them for teething.
Although he lacked cookie cutters, he managed by hand, crafting small animal shapes, mainly strawberry-flavored bunnies.
He also threw in some bear-shaped chocolate cookies that Edwin was fond of.
Thirty minutes later, the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air.
Mark placed a batch on a plate and stored the rest in two quaint jars.
As he entered the living room, he noticed Cecilia, engrossed in her film.
He slid onto the couch next to her, offering the plate.
She was immediately tempted by the scent and tasted one.
After devouring a couple, she mused, âThese are so good! Whereâd you get them?â
Mark, drawing her closer, whispered, âFresh out of the oven, made by yours truly.
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She paused, savoring another bite.
Its delightful taste evident on her face.
Post her shower, Ceciliaâs long raven hair was slightly damp.
Mark, always attentive, fetched a towel and began to pat her hair dry.
Drained from the day, she settled into a comfortable position on his lap.
He murmured, âThereâs my girl,â and leaned down, their lips meeting in a gentle ki*s that tasted faintly of the milk-laden cookies.
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Drawing back slightly, Cecilia focused back on the screen.
âWeâll leave after this movie, okay?â
Mark just nodded in agreement.
She continued munching on her snacks, momentarily forgetting her dietary plans.
A comfortable fullness made her drowsy, and before she knew it, she dozed off.
She awoke to the movie credits rolling and the serene silence of the room.
Markâs gaze was fixed on her, a soft touch caressing her cheek, causing a warm blush to spread across her face.
Struggling to rise, she was gently held in place by Mark.
âLook at the time,â he whispered, glancing at a clock.