Baked With Love || Frooper
For the past Thanksgivings, Franny usually relied on the chef or catering to prepare her family’s feast. That’s how it always had been; a perk of growing up wealthy. But seeing as this was her first real holiday as a married couple, she wanted to do a little cooking of her own; if any of it turned out well enough, she might even bring it along to dinner. And if not, it wouldn’t leave the Anderson kitchen. Dressing was in the oven baking, so she’d decided to try her hand at making a pie-- a real, homemade one. Even the crust would be made from scratch. Gingerly she rolled out the dough, concentration abundant on her features as Franny bit her lip and read the directions intently. She didn’t want to miss a step. Franny was so engrossed in her work that she didn’t hear approaching footsteps, so when Cooper’s hands slid around her waist from behind, she jumped a little. The blonde’s cheeks flushed, and they were lightly speckled with flour, her adorned apron even messy. Thank goodness she’d throw her hair up in a ponytail, or it probably would have been dusted as well. “I could use a helper,” she greeted warmly, leaning back into his chest.
