Simp for me.

Baking Night

"Will you be extra gentle with me tonight? I can forget anything done, I just-I need soft." I didn't want him to think this would affect anything, I know he doesn't know me enough to know if he likes me. I just need someone to be soft with me.

"Of course, baby. You don't have to forget it, I'm here always." I nodded, deciding to ignore my desire to watch tv while I was cooking. I wanted to stay on the phone, mostly because the silence would consume me.

"What are you making, Princess?"
"I'm thinking sugar cookies, any suggestions for others?"
"Snickerdoodles?"
"Of course, I can make both."
"Are you sure? You don't have to!"
"I need to get my mind off of things, baking helps."

It was a bit past 3am, my eyes tired, but my hands steadily stirring, the cupcake batter almost ready to be put into the cups. Corpse had fallen asleep off and on, always finding me baking when he woke up.

"Emma?" I jumped at the sudden noise, my heads gripped the spoon so tightly it felt sore to release it, I looked at Henry, my eyes almost closed.

"I'm getting over it. I just have to...get over it first." I didn't make any sense but he nodded anyway, his arms finding their way around me, his head rested lightly on my shoulder as he hugged me.

"I miss her too." I felt tears prick to my eyes as he spoke of her, it only reminded me that she was real, that I hadn't imagined her. Comforting, but hurtful all in the same sentence.

We stood like that for a while, the silence felt comforting, I looked at the baked goods scattered around the kitchen, the counters covered in cookies.

"She would've eaten them all, she loved snickerdoodles so much." I remembered, that's why I flinched as Corpse mentioned them, his first suggestion was her favorite cookie.

"Corpse suggested them." He looked at me confused, he knew of Corpse, but to have him suggest her favorite cookie?

"Took me off guard too, I just ignored the coincidence, thinking about it too much is gonna drive me mad." He agreed, talking a bit more about Emma. Soon, his arms were at his sides, my baking continuing, he kept talking to me though, keeping me company as Corpse was quiet.

"Is he like her? His personality?" I thought about it for a second, smiling as I thought about the similarities. I nodded, watching the cupcakes through the oven door.

"He has the silliest giggle, a breathless laugh. Wheezing, but softer than that. It reminds me of her a lot." It was odd for us to talk about her, we both ignored it, quick mentions of her, but dwelling on the subject made us both sad. Tonight was different, healing.

"Do you think she would've liked him? Would she approve?" I sat there, my back against the kitchen cabinets as I thought about it, tears returned to my eyes, slowly falling down my cheeks as I nodded.

"I think she would've loved him, even if we only ended up being friends. She would've been jealous because of her competition, they're so alike she would've been so jealous." My replies were slow, talking about her did that, but adding Corpse in too? That made everything so much harder.

"I don't know much about him, I've only seen a few videos online, but I agree. I think she would've reacted the same way she did when she met Sean, remember her fighting with him?" I let out a laugh at the memory, tears continued to streak down my cheeks, but talking about funny memories helped.

"Remember when she got drunk with him? She was wasted and he didn't even have a buzz." I stood up, pulling the cupcakes out of the oven and putting them on the cooking rack. I poured the next batch into the cups, placing them in the oven.