Family Ties

Damon POV

I inhale deeply, absolutely loving the smell of the buttercream frosting. It smells almost too sweet but at the same time, it's delightful. It's calming. The smell of pastries, batters, frostings, toppings. I don't know what it is about it all but every time I smell it, everything inside me relaxes. I can just let go of everything and just think about what I'm doing, nothing more.

I turn off the shitty old bench mixer when I hear the front door click open and a pair of footsteps enter the home. Followed closely by the smooth, heavy, clicking of wheels on wood.

"Damon, that you?"

"In here!"

"Of course you are," Aaron laughs, rounding the corner into the kitchen. He's definitely different from the last time I saw him.

"You've been gone a few weeks. You good?"