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•Christmas Bake-off•

In what world does a football team have a Christmas cookie bake-off? Well, my world.
Being Zac Taylor's daughter it was pretty easy for me to convince my father to make a Christmas cookie bake-off become an annual thing within the Bengals facility.

This has been going on for four years now, it's hilarious seeing all the players wear aprons that look like they came from their grandmas house. Watching the boys break into a sweat while running from place to place to gather ingredients, sprinkles, and icing.

I've been beyond excited all week, I was just waiting for today to come around.
The fifth annual Bengals Christmas cookie bake-off!

"Good Morning Joe," I giggled as I slipped into the Bengals facility with an armful of aprons.
A long sigh left Joe's lips, "If it was a good morning I would not be stuck wearing my grandmas apron while baking cookies just to lose this bake-off."
"Don't talk like that! You're gonna do great, you're Joe shiesty!"
Joe laughed, "Thanks Y/n/n."

I laid an apron on each stool, neatly folded with a name card sat on top.
The team began piling in the large room just as I finished sitting aprons down.
A small mischievous smile crept onto my face as I watched Ja'Marr walk towards his stool.

Ja'Marr and I have been dating for two years, our relationship is one of the healthiest and happiest ones I've ever been in.
It's so full of love and happiness, and of course we go back and forth messing with each other all the time, so of course I had to give him the most grandma like apron in the pile.

It read 'Best grandma everywhere'
I giggled to myself as I watched him pick up the hot pink apron and sigh to himself.
Ja'Marr's eyes searched the crowd of men for me.
I placed my hand over my mouth and used my other hand to wave at him.
Ja'Marr flipped me off with a small chuckle.
He looked down at the apron and pulled his shirt off, which was completely unexpected.

"What're you doing?!?" I questioned as I walked over to him.
"Getting ready to win," he shrugged with a smirk.
"Asshole," I rolled my eyes at him.
Ja'Marr chuckled, placing his index finger under my chin, tilting my face towards him, "Be nice princess."
I closed my eyes and sucked in a large breath, trying not to let his bare torso and his pet name affect me.
"Atta girl," he chuckled before I felt his lips place a small kiss on the side of my head.

I quickly walked away from him, my cheeks a small shade of pink. No matter how many times I think I've trapped him in some sort of joke or prank, he gets me back by making me flustered. He's impossible.

"Hi Sammy," I smiled at the large man.
"What's up kid," he smiled down at me as he continued mixing his cookie dough.
"How's it going?" I dipped my finger in the bowl of green icing he had on the table.
"It's going," he chuckled and smacked my hand away.
"Ouch!"
"Hands to yourself kid," he laughed and moved the icing away from me.
"You hate me that much?" I frowned.
"You're dramatic," he laughed.
"So you do hate me," I sighed and stared at the ground dramatically.
"Are you trying to distract me so your boyfriend wins?"
"...NO!"
"You're lying," he shook his head.
"What! No!"
"You are, you get loud and red when you're lying."
"I'm leaving."
"Bye kid," he laughed.

I walked around the room eyeing each of the cookies the guys were making or decorating, I have to admit they are very creative. Some of them are real artists when it comes to cookie decorating, specifically Mike Hilton, Cam Taylor-Britt, and TB, I think it comes from them all having kids.