#baker snafu

You’d been baking with Snafu all afternoon and he’d started to really get into it.

Snapping a few random pics of him as discreetly as you could was hard but he looked so adorable bare chested wearing one of your late grandmothers full aprons with the lace edging. 

He was currently bent over the oven checking the sixth batch of sugar cookies that you two had made for the bake sale at your kids school tomorrow.

Merriell took his job as a dad seriously, so when your daughter told him that she’d signed you and him up for the bake sale goods without your knowledge… he was not going to back down.

Your daughter Hélène and you were decorating the cookies, while daddy tended to the baking part. 

It wasn’t common knowledge that he was really good at it, but it was something that he’d picked up when he got home from the war. 

He always said the monotony, the precise measurements and the timing had to all be perfect which allowed his mind to settle when he got restless.

Your waistlines were all starting to suffer at the constant never ending sweet treats and home made breads he was constantly baking.

These days he just bakes for the hell of it, because he enjoys it.

You walk over to him placing a soft kiss to his cheek

“I love you Mer,” you said, as he pulls you into his arms.

“I love you to Cher.”

You giggled softly and swiped at his perfect nose

“What’s so funny YN?”