To Hope the Yeast Rises
"What's it supposed to do?" Matt's chin was on the counter, staring at the sandwich bag. Beside him, Joanna watched him a moment before copying the action.
"It takes a half hour, Matt, you gonna sit like that for a half hour?" Daisy tried to clean up the mess between them.
He straightened up. "No!" He drew out with a chuckle. "Of course not!"
She arched a single manicured brow at him.
"I know! We should go lay on the couch and pretend we are the yeast all bundled up warm!" He scooped Daisy's daughter up, bundling her off as she giggled. "A half hour your Mommy said. So, we have to lay all still in our wrappers and pretend to be yeast."
She listened to the giggles as she cleaned. Five minutes later, the apartment was silent, and his arms were wrapping around her.
"Want to watch the yeast rise with me?"
Daisy laughed, turning in his arms. "Worst line ever."
"Joanna's sound asleep."
"Now, that's better."