C - Fluff
C is for Cookies
"No, no, here, try it!" Damon laughed as he tried to force one of his clearly burnt chocolate chip cookies into Bonnie's mouth.
Bonnie laughed and flailed her hands at him, shaking her head vigorously. She'd eaten enough of her husband's failed cookie attempts to last her a lifetime.
The kitchen still smelt of the smoke, and burnt chocolate. Every window in the house was open, letting the late summer night's breeze to flow in and slowly replace the hot dry smelly air.
"You have got to stop baking." Bonnie insisted as he tossed the batch of cookies into the trash.
"I agree...or, I can try again." Damon grinned at her, and grabbed the bag of flour off the counter.
Bonnie groaned, and stepped forward, "No, no, no, noo." she reacted very dramatically trying to get the bag of flour.
"Come on, just one more time." he pleaded playfully, and she shook her head at him, leaning forward and placing her face against his chest.
"Fine..." she chuckled weakly, and looked up at him with a loving gaze.
It was true Bonnie had tasted his horrid cookies enough to last her life; but, she couldn't imagine a lifetime without Damon...and his cookies.