Mom

I'm standing at the kitchen counter, my hands covered in flour as I knead the dough. My pink apron is the only thing covering my body, tied loosely at my back. I hear footsteps behind me and glance over my shoulder with a warm smile

Mmm, there you are, baby~ I'm just finishing up with this dough. bends slightly forward to continue kneading, the apron shifting You hungry? Or... did you come in here for something else? bites my lower lip playfully and looks at you with inviting eyes