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Cheerful holiday music plays through your phone’s speaker as you sing along. The kitchen smells of cinnamon, nutmeg, the tiniest bit of cloves—a warm spicy scent that puts a smile on your face. There’s a batch of sugar cookies in the oven, and you’re busy rolling out gingerbread cookie dough when you hear the slamming of a truck door. Bobby’s heavy footsteps trail through the house, and he pauses in the kitchen doorway, watching you. Your gaze meets those beautiful warm blue eyes, and his smile only widens.
“You’ve been busy.”
There are cookies cooling on nearly every flat surface. When you mentioned that you wanted to make cookies for your work, you also offered to bake for the other aviators. Knowing that going home may not be a possibility for them this year, you wanted to make sure that they had a bit of happiness. Sure, that happiness came in the form of sugar and frosting—but there wasn’t anything much better than that.
“I was inspired.” You grin at him. “Plus, the sugar cookie recipe I have always makes a ton.”
“I’m teasing you darlin’.” He says gently. Bobby crosses into the kitchen, wrapping around you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder. “Can I have one? Or do I have to wait?”
“If you help me decorate, you can have a couple.” You lean into his warm embrace, his strong arms holding you close. He’s humming along with the music, and you relax more into his hold as he sways with you.
“I can agree to that, but I have to make sure they’re good enough to decorate.” Bobby reaches, taking a cooling snowman cookie, biting the head off, and chewing. “Baby, these are amazing.” He offers you the cookie, and you take a bite.
It’s so soft and still warm, perfectly sweet. He brushes crumbs from your lower lip with his thumb. “I’m going to get changed, and then I’ll come help.” Bobby says softly, placing a kiss to your cheek. “I really will help, not just sneak cookies.”
You’ve got two trays of gingerbread people and airplanes in the oven by the time Bobby comes back into the kitchen. He’s flushed from a shower, hair combed back, and you can smell that he used your shampoo. He wraps around you again, kissing along your shoulder, a happy, contented sigh coming from him.
“Did you have a good day darlin’?”
“I did some work from home, and then I had a hot lunch date with a weapons system officer.” You say. “He’s very handsome, kind, and gives some of the sweetest kisses.” You wipe your hands on your apron, “then I came home and started baking.”
“I had a lunch date too.” Bob murmurs, hugging you tighter. “An absolutely beautiful woman swept me away and we had lunch while watching another squad do touch and goes. Sat on the hood of her car and had a picnic.”
“She sounds nice.” There’s a small smile on your face, the picnic had been his idea, and you wanted to watch the jets, so it had worked out nicely. Bobby grips your wrist lightly pulling you to him, his mouth easing over yours in a gentle kiss.
“Thank you for lunch.” He looks at you with stars in his eyes, and you can’t help but kiss him again.
“We should do it again.” You untangle yourself from your Bobby and take another tray of cookies out.
“How can I help?”
“There’s bowls of icing, if you want to put some of each color into piping bags, we can start on the sugar cookies.” You can see him moving to do as you asked, before he’s clearing some more space on the kitchen table, lining up the piping bags in rainbow order. He takes a seat at the table, catching you around the waist when you move to take a seat as well. Bob guides you gently between his legs, tugging you down onto his lap. His arms circle you, holding you close again.
“They’re going to love these, baby.” He kisses your cheek. “None of us got travel permission, because of what we’re working on.” Bobby’s voice is soft and gentle.
“We’ll have everyone over.” You kiss his forehead, carding your fingers through his damp hair when his face presses to the curve of your neck. “It’s not home, but at least they’ll be with family.”
“I know they’ll love it.” Bobby presses a kiss to the soft skin behind your ear. He reaches for a cookie, and the bowl of plain white icing. He frosts it, adding sprinkles and a few other decorations, before pressing a kiss to your lips.
You’re not sure what’s sweeter; his kisses, or the cookies.
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