A7X One Shots

Dimples were the first thing that greeted me when I opened the door. I loved those dimples. They were so delicious and pokable. Any time they appeared, I wanted to put my finger in them. And they never failed to make my day better.

“Hey, beautiful,” Matt said with that award-winning grin on his face. “I’ve missed you. How was work?”

I looked at my husband. When he wasn’t working, he usually got distracted with video games or hanging out with the guys or golfing. Lately though, he wound up bored and spent most of his day waiting for me to come home. Part of me enjoyed that, but the other part just wanted him to get back into writing.

“It was good. What did you do all day?”

Matt sent me a sheepish grin. “I learned how to bake.”

My eyebrows shot up as I looked at my husband. He had learned how to bake? My macho, muscled, metal head had learned how to bake. It was like my brain couldn’t come to grips with that idea. Matt was multi-talented though, so I don’t know why it surprised me so much.

“And what did you learn to bake?”

Matt grabbed my hand and started leading me to the kitchen. “Mainly cookies. Our house may be a little covered in baking stuff.” He sent me those dimples again, knowing they were my weakness and I wouldn’t be mad at him for whatever mess he had created.

As we entered the kitchen, all I saw were dozens and dozens of cookies. About half of them were no good—burned or half risen. The other half looked like something out of a Martha Stewart cookbook. It made my mouth water to see what he had done.

“Matt… why?”

He handed me a Snickerdoodle (my favorite cookie) and motioned for me to take a bite. “I was trying to write, but my mind just couldn’t focus on what it needed to. So, I came upstairs and pulled out your Southern Living cookbook. They have a dozen cookie recipes, and I thought I could learn how to make them. As you can clearly see, I made quite a few mistakes.”

I was only half listening to him. Once I bit into that cookie, it was like pure heaven. He had somehow managed to get the perfect amount of crisp and softness. It was like eating a Tollhouse cookie. Honestly, the man had too many talents.

“I take it you like them?” Matt was rubbing the back of his neck, playing with the curls.

“Of course I do! I’m gonna get fat from all the cookies…” I trailed off as I watched his hazel eyes dance. “But I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me.”

Matt sighed. “You’re very preceptive, missy. I may or may not have broken your camera today.” He didn’t even try to flash those dimples. That camera was my world, my job actually.

The cookie dropped from my hand. “How?” I was so angry all I was seeing was red. I never thought you could actually see red before now.

“I didn’t realize it was in the backpack in my truck and it… well… it went for a little ride out of the window.” Matt backed away from me.

“You’re buying me a new one. And you better hope the SD card is okay.” I grabbed another cookie and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I want an expensive one too.”

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