Page 49 of Baking Battles

“Will it be Uncle Clistopler’s special pillow?” Christopher laughs and winks.

“Yeah. Uncle Clistopler’s special pillow for his bad knee. Poor Christopher.”

Christopher just blows a raspberry at him and laughs.

“What time do we need to leave to walk to work?”

“Can I convince you to try the bus?” Mattias tries, letting his hand gently stroke Christopher’s cheek.

“I’m still scarred from yesterday. I will try again one day, but in rush-hour traffic? Can we please just walk?”

“We will walk.” Mattias says and leans down to kiss those lips. His Christopher. His man.

“Thank you.” Christopher whispers.

“We need to leave in ten minutes. And you need to change your jeans.”

Mattias smiles as he walks into the bathroom to clean himself up. Smiles as he hears Christopher moving around in the bedroom, obviously changing out of his come-stained jeans into whatever that bag of his houses. Smiles as he looks at himself in the mirror, seeing a man he barely recognises.

A man who looks happy. A man who can’t stop smiling. A man who blushes at his own reflection.

It’s good. It’s all good.

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