'Twas the night before the bake off and all has gone to shit. My mixer stops working, and I'm so screwed. I still need to finish my cake. I try to see if Amazon can get one to me first thing in the morning, but all the mixers are two-day deliveries. Fucking wonderful. Next, I check the Walmart app and see if they have one for pick up close by, but I'm out of luck there too.

Fuck.

I'm so frustrated that I go out back and scream into the woods. I kick one of my bushes and almost bust my ass.

"What the hell, Swan?" Cullen asks, stepping out onto his back deck as I hold back tears.

"My mixer just bit the dust. I'm fucked."

"You can't do it by hand?"

I shake my head. "Not with my ribs."

He pauses for a second and sighs. "I'm not going to win just because you couldn't finish. I'll lend you my mixer. I'm done baking."

I crease my brow. "You'd really do that for me?"

He smiles a dorky smile. "I refuse to win by default, Swan. Let me go get it for you. Go inside."

I'm dumbfounded. If the tables were turned, would I do the same for him? Well … probably. He's right; it's not a fair way to win, but most people wouldn't think like that. I go back inside and wait for him to bring his mixer over. It's just like mine, but black, so I don't need his attachments. It'll work perfectly.

"You just saved me," I say, lunging forward and hugging him before I realize what I've done and quickly pull back. "Thank you, Edward."

He just grins. "You're welcome, Bella. Now, finish up your second-place desserts."

I roll my eyes. "I'll include you in my thank you speech."

He just chuckles and says, "I'll see you tomorrow."

Once he leaves, I get back to baking. I finish my carrot cake, and then make room in the fridge for it. The carrot decorations on it came out perfectly, and I know it tastes good. It should be a big hit. The red velvet cupcakes came out well too. I put foil in the cups on the pan and made the heart shape. And the pie … it looks incredible. I cut out leaves from the dough and decorated the crust with them. I feel good about my odds.

"What do you think, Ulysses? Does Momma have it in the bag?"

He purrs from atop the counter, and I scratch his chin.

"Yeah, I think so too. Come on, let's get comfy and watch TV in bed."

I can't get over how kind it was of Edward to help his competition. The more I've gotten to know him lately, the less annoying I find him. Sure, he's still a manwhore and anal, but he's kind and caring too. The dude is really growing on me, but I still want to kick his ass tomorrow.

I don't own Twilight.

Thanks to Ashley, May, and Mary prereading and Sally for beta'ing.

I know on Facebook I said I wasn't going to update today due to packing to travel for my husband's new job, but I woke up early and decided why the hell not. I know it's a short chapter, but I hope you enjoyed it.

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