A Messy Christmas Eve

Hours later, we have the kitchen smelling like cinnamon, melted chocolate, and warm vanilla.

Declan is concentrating hard as he measures out the ingredients for the chocolate cherry cake I have him making while Ryker looks absolutely ridiculous with oven mitts over his hands. He is squatting in front of the oven, looking through the glass pane as the pies we made finish baking.

Flour dusts the co