Grace's POV
Less than an hour later, the kitchen was a mess, and honestly, I was more stressed out about cooking than I was about everything else! Damn, this wasn’t at all what I imagined it would be like baking with kids. But despite the broken egg on the floor, the extra pound of sugar in the bowl, and the flour all over the room, seeing Cade enjoy herself, more than justified it…
“Mixing the dough,” she sang on repeat over and over again--- until the melody got stuck in my head and I finally understood why “baby-shark” had driven parents all over the world mad!
“What’s this?” suddenly huskily sounded behind me. I spun around and--- and for the love of---! Didn’t the man own any shirts?! Apparently not, because striding into the kitchen came a shirtless Prez, displaying all his sinful
