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Kaleb's pov

I stared at the ingredients on the countertop, my arms folded as I glared. I blinked and some flour dusted off my lashes and fall to the floor. I pressed my lips into a frown.

I had everything to make the perfect red velvet cake for my girl's birthday tomorrow. Red velvet cake was Bailey's favorite and I wanted to bake her it myself.

Unfortunately mom didn't bless me with a baker's hands and I was failing miserably. This was my third batch of batter and I mistakenly added too much salt in this one. I groaned, wiping my hand down the white now batter covered apron.

Fuck me.

" Is baking a damn cake supposed to be this hard?" I hissed under my breath, glaring at the batter I am to throw away. I gripped the bowl, grumbling cusses under my breath.

" My lovely kitchen," A soft feminine voice whined from the entryway. I looked over to see mom's eyes are wide and her lips parted into a shocked gasp. " Kaleb-

She swallowed, stepping into the kitchen cautiously. " Why does my k