Jeremy loves baking. There’s just something strangely therapeutic about it all. Maybe it was just knowing all the work was going to something sweet, maybe it was just being able to making something with simple ingredients, seeing how it all worked out in the end. Jeremy didn’t know and honestly didn’t care. He’d just like taking some time on the weekends, at least when he can, to make something sweet.
Jeremy also loves his boyfriend. Adores him really. The argument can even be made that he loves him more than he loves baking. But trying to deal with his boyfriend when doing such baking always proves to be a whole lot more work.
“Ryan!” Jeremy shouts as he turns around from grabbing the flour, seeing Ryan trying to poke into the dough he’s not even finished mixing. “Stop trying to eat it!”