Emily's POV
I'd been waiting at home for Berton, thinking about how tired he must be after such a long day. While waiting for him. I decided to come up with something that would make him feel better whenever he was back. I was preparing his favorite snack: chocolate chip cookies. The sweet smell filled the kitchen as I carefully mixed the dough, folded in the chocolate chips, before placing spoonfuls on the baking tray. I danced my way to the oven, before carefully setting them inside. I couldn't wait to see how happy he would look when he would see that I'd taken the initiative to make him something nice.
This was just one of the ways that I was going to thank him for everything he'd done for me so far. He was a good person, so this shouldn't really be a big deal. I couldn't help
