#not bake

Sharon wrinkled her nose in disgust the moment her teeth bit into the cookie. She spit out the cookie into a napkin. She placed one hand onto Helen’s shoulder and gave it a soft squeeze, “I’m sorry, baby, but these cookies are disgusting.” 

“That bad?” 

Sharon nodded her head and gave her girlfriend an apologetic look. “Yeah, they were.”

Helen groaned and rested her head onto the marble island.  

“Ooh! Cookies!” Sam shouted out excitedly. He was about to reach over and grab one but paused. He narrowed his eyes towards the plate. “Wait, where did they come from? Did Helen make them?”

“Yeah,” Helen meekly said. 

“Verdict?” Sam asked. 

Helen raised her head up and sighed. She grabbed the plate full of cookies and slid the cookies into the trash bin and pouted. 

“Oh, honey.” Sam wrapped his arms around Helen, pressing a kiss to her temple. “It’s okay, we can make a new batch together, if you want?”

“I’ll help too!” Sharon chimed in. “And by help I mean eat the batter,” she added when she saw Sam’s skeptical look.

Sam snorted at his other girlfriend’s response. “What do you say, sweetheart?” he asked Helen. “Cookie time?”

Helen nodded, grateful and happy that her two partners were gonna help this time around. “Yeah, okay. Let’s make some!” 

Sam grinned at Helen’s enthusiasm. He let go of his hold on Helen. “Okay, what are we making?”

“Pumpkin chocolate chip cookies!”