Chapter 72. Bake the Stress Away

Amelie

“Ding, Ding, Ding,”

“Oh, my oven timer!” I snap my head out of my thoughts, turn off my timer, and pull out the spice cake cupcakes from the top oven. I’m in the middle of stress baking. I’ve been at it for hours.

It’s challenging to garden right now with my belly; bending over that much kills me. I didn’t feel like working in my shop at the moment, and I really wanted some oatmeal raisin cookies, so I went to stress baking. I didn’t stop with just oatmeal cookies. I’ve made snickerdoodles, chocolate chip cookies, brownies, blondies, pecan pie, peach cobbler, now spice cake with a vanilla bean cream cheese frosting. I’m going to get some cinnamon rolls going next. I can let them sit overnight, and we can have a family breakfast with cinnamon rolls tomorrow. Where is the yeast?

As I’m looking for the yeast Gideon breaks through the mate bond, “Am, my storm, can you come back to my office?” Gideon’s tone is sweet and gentle, but I don’t want to go