*Cynamon*
The warm, sweet aroma of vanilla and chocolate fills the kitchen as I stand at the counter, my apron tied snugly around my waist, flour dusting my fingertips. I hum softly to myself, the rhythm of my mixing spoon creating a melody that dances through the air.
I’m baking cupcakes as I promised Evangeline, a delightful burst of color and flavor that feels like a small celebration for our little family. With each stir, I can almost imagine the smiles on the faces of those who will devour them. I have of course made sure that they are safe for Benjamin.
Just as I pour the batter into the cupcake liners, I hear the familiar creak of the door. “Hey, sweet cheeks!” Austin’s voice is a warm embrace, instantly brightening the room and my mood as always. I glance over my shoulder and f
