Page 95 of Pucking Them
Cody quirks his brow. “Isn’t that your twin’s favorite thing? What would you like?”
I blink. “I don’t know. I’ve never had my own cake.”
“Well, you will this year. How about a surprise?”
“No surprises.”
Cody tilts his head, before he beams. “How about a cat shaped cake?”
I relax.
Is it greedy to ask for more?
“A cat and a squirrel…?” I suggest.
“Great idea. Now, to our awesome fudge cake.” Cody snatches up a pair of oven gloves that look like cat paws (I’m jealous; would D’Angelo add a pair like that to our kitchen?) and pulls open the oven.
There is a surge of heat.
Too much.
Shit, what temperature did Cody set the oven to?
Cody coughs at the steam, blinking. He drags out the cake, setting the tin down with a clatter.
Then we both stare at the sunken, cracked mess of a cake in shock.
It’s fucked.
My jaw clenches.
What happens when baking goes wrong? Is this how friendships end?
Cody whistles. “Wow, we just birthed Frankenstein.”
“Frankenstein’s monster,” I automatically reply. “Frankenstein was the scientist.”
My shoulders stiffen, as I stare at the ruined cake.
Why didn’t I get this right?
I’ve ruined it.
I don’t have anything to take back to Robyn.
I promised her that I would. She has been working so hard. She’s in the study right now, while I have taken time off from my job.
D’Angelo has made sure that I have excellent medical cover. He allows me paid time off for every appointment.
He’s in practice with Shay, working his arse off, after already suffering through some shit therapy thing.
Mental skills coaching…?
If therapists resign when you tell them the truth, what is the point of them?
I knew that I was too much for anyone. My darkness is my own.
Yet I wanted to treat my family. Now, I’ll have broken my promise.
