My Sweets

Baking with Bobby

BOBBY

"I've been waiting for this! Baking with Bobby!" Jessa excitedly says to the camera. "Now I've obviously had a lot of personal one on one classes with this hunk here," she rubs my chest. "So I decided this is going to be a bit of a bake-off instead. I need to redeem myself after his gingerbread house won. Let's see how well I've learned and if I can compete with the master."

I roll my eyes. "She acts like she's a terrible baker, but she's not. You'll do great, baby." I kiss her cheek, knowing her fans will die with that.

We separate on different sides of the island and get to work. "What's wrong, Lass? Don't have your recipe memorized?" I joke.

"Hey! I'm not a professional here."

"Might want to add a bit more milk to that," I warn.

"You mind your own cookies," she giggles.

I quickly get mine in the oven and lean against the counter and watch her. She's so cute while she bakes. I stick my finger in the flour and walk over to her. "You've got a little something... right here." I swipe the flour on her nose. "Perfect."

She gives me a big grin. "You totally just put something on my face, didn't you?"

"Who me? Why would I do anything like that?"

She grabs a towel and wipes her face off. "Right. I know you."

"I should hope so since we're married," I wink.

I watch her whisk the icing and I walk up behind her, placing my hand on the whisk. "Here, you need to loosen up. The key to whisking is to stay relaxed and focus on a side to side motion. Stirring like that isn't going to get you the outcome you want. There you go. Now you've got it!" I place a small kiss on her neck. This kiss is for my benefit not her fans, though they'll love it.

After another hour, she finally has cookies cooled and ready to decorate. "Alright," she smiles at me. "Obviously taste is important, but Christmas cookies have to be decorated. Let's see how quick we can be with decorating these three cookies."

I chuckle at her. "You seriously want to race here? I think you might want to focus a bit more on your technique instead of speed."

"Don't be too cocky, baker boy. Christmas tree. Snowman. Santa."

"Alright. You're on, Lass."

"GO!" She yells. I watch her for a moment as she messily fills a piping bag with icing. I can't help but grin at her. "Stop watching and start working," she orders me.

"Just giving you a bit of a head start."

"You'll regret that when I kick your ass."

I chuckle at her. I love how competitive she's being when she doesn't stand a chance here. I quickly fill all my piping bags and have the three cookies professionally decorated in four minutes. They looks pretty damn good too.

Jessa stares at me with her mouth hanging open. "How in the hell did you do that so fast?"

"I'm just that good, babe," I wink.

"Whatever." She scoops up a handful of icing and throws it at me. I dunk right before it hits my face. My head turns to the side and I watch it smoke the oven instead.

I look at her in shock. "Oh this means war!" I grab a handful of icing. Instead of throwing it, I smear it all over her face. She squeals as she grabs more icing and chucks it at me. This time she hits my chest. I grab a bowl and run around the island after her. I throw some, hitting her face.

"Why's your aim so good?" She giggles and she throws more at me.

"Don't know. You've got a bit of something on your face though," I laugh.

She throws some and smokes me in the face. "So do you, baby." I drop the icing and run around the island. She squeals and runs away from me. I quickly catch her and throw her over my shoulder. I sit her on the island and bring her lips to mine. I love this woman. "I think you've made a mess in my kitchen, my sweets," I say before kissing her again.

"I think you helped," she says before dumping a bowl of icing on my head. She screams and jumps off the counter, running away. I watch a blob of batter fall as I remove the bowl.

I turn to the camera, laughing. "I think it's clear I won her little competition." I run after her. "You better be waiting for me naked in the shower," I yell.