LILY

The scent of warm muffins floated through the morning air. I leaned against the counter, my gaze drifting to the figure looking exceedingly proud of himself as he pulled out the tray of freshly baked treats.

“It smells so good, daddy!” the kids giggled, happily darting around him. He grinned, gently dusting flour off his hands.

“Sooo,” he leaned in, his breath brushing warm against my face. “What do you think?”

I slowly stepped away from him and walked up to inspect the muffins.

“Won’t know till we taste it,” he teased.

I had simply joined in to keep the kids actively trying to bake, and Adrian had instantly...