Summary: you feed them, you love them, and watch them grow...just ignore the eating part
A/n: @ghostinthebackofyourheadd you know I just had to...got a bit carried away as well. so enjoy your second early Christmas present from me haha. fluff
Countertop covered with flour you begin kneading the dough while humming to the music playing from your phone beside you. Fully emerged in your own meditative state, enjoying the peace and carefree feeling the whole baking process is bringing you. Just feeling the individual ingredients melting together in between your fingers and creating a whole new product, creating your own magic. You discovered baking as your little haven of peace a few years ago and since then regularly find yourself trying new recipes or just baking your comfort food all over again, for the benefit of your boyfriend and colleagues who all too often got a taste of it.
Arms embracing you from behind startled you, not noticing when your boyfriend came home. Turning your head a bit and giving him a little kiss, holding up your flour-covered hands to signal him that this is all he's gonna get at the moment.
"any special occasion or did you just feel like baking bread again?" Joe mumbled into your shoulder as he watched your hands work.
"I promised my colleagues a bread breakfast tomorrow and I kinda forgot about it so now it turned into a little late-night baking session"
You formed the dough into the right form to put it in the oven, watching it rise up. There's something so rewarding when creating something yourself and enjoying it afterward.
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You're anxiously nibbling on your fingernails while your other hand is holding the phone to your ear, hoping to still catch Joe when he's home. After a few more seconds he finally answered
"babe..." you whined
"no worries I'm already on my way" he interrupts you with a chuckle "wouldn't be the first time that I'm driving with a loaf of bread in my back seat"
You couldn't help but let out a loud laugh, some people would forget their keys or wallet but no...not you, you forget your bread and your boyfriend has to bring it to your workplace because you couldn't handle disappointing your colleagues after you promised them breakfast like now. The first time this happened you were so embarrassed, of course, it has to happen in the early stages of your relationship, showing him what he got himself into and giving him a chance to run but instead, he came running into your little office like it's a life-death situation with your precious loaf of bread in his arms, wrapped up in a kitchen towel, cradling it like a baby.
Just the sight of him supporting instead of ridiculing your passion for your hobby was the moment you really fell in love with Joe. Him showing interest in what you are doing and wanting to try it himself, surprising you with his first self-made garlic bread when you came home one day, or helping you feed the sourdough starters stacked up in the fridge, even if he didn't have much of a choice the first time
"Could you feed Eddie today, I was so rushed this morning and totally forgot him"
"who?"
" Joe! How can you forget the name of one of our babies? I mean the jar of sourdough in our fridge of course, Eddie has the green sticker "
"I...Why do you have to call him Eddie, I can't take him seriously now"
" it's not your Eddie, I named him after Eddie Redmayne"
He lets out a fake shocked gasp on the other line but you could hear him opening the door of the fridge anyway and you talked him through the process of how to "feed" the dough.
After that he makes it to his daily routine to look after it, giving you a side eye every time and muttering "well someone has to keep Eddie alive"
It was one of these days when you watch Joe feed dough-Eddie, as you nervously wrung your Fingers together, feeling still a bit lightheaded.
"We have a new family member"
"what's its name this time"
"Joe Jr., Well for now"
"Why, you don't like the name?" Joe mockingly asked but still hadn't taken his eyes from his task so he couldn't see your growing smile
"I do but maybe it won't suit them, we will have to see in a few months"
"gotta make more room in the fridge then.."
"it's not gonna be in the fridge"
Finally turning his head to you, mouth already opening to ask another question but his eyes trailed down to your hands where you're holding three pregnancy tests, all positive
"We have another bread in the oven Joe"
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