I get back to mixing the dough together when a pair of arms wrap around me. It takes me a moment to recognize them, a new scent hitting my nose that I’m not overly used to. “Hi, Wes,” I smile. He drops his head into the crook of my neck, placing a soft kiss against my skin as he speaks. “Hi, little one. Whatcha doing?” “Making some sugar cookies. Want to help?” I offer as I turn to look at him.
