ALLISON
I was halfway through decorating a batch of lemon slice when I heard the front door open.
Assuming my mate had finally returned home, I didn’t think much of it. He had always loved coming home to something sweet, and if there was one thing I knew about my mate, it was that he had an impressive sweet tooth.
I was carefully smoothing the icing over the top when footsteps approached.
A moment later, Jackson appeared in the kitchen doorway.
His gaze immediately landed on the tray.
“That looks delicious.”
I smiled. “It’s for your father.”
He gave me an amused look but didn’t argue.
“Did you get any more decorating done today?”
“Not today. I finished quite a bit yesterday, though.”
Jackson wandered into the adjoining room and looked around.
“This room is starting to look real
