{Cianna’s P.O.V.}
“Cici?!” I heard Lucian call from upstairs.
“In the kitchen Luci!” I shout back. I hear his footsteps as he comes down into the kitchen.
“What are you doing beautiful?” he asks while hugging me from behind.
“I’m am baking apple pies,” I tell him as I place the caramelized apples into the pie pan.
“Yum, we love apple pie in this house,” he tells me and as he inhales the scent of the apples.
“I’m making two different kinds, one will be a regular apple pie, and the other will be a Dutch apple pie,”
“Mmmm…I can’t wait to taste them,”
“I’m going to put them in the oven right now, so you only have to wait 25 minutes,” I tell him and kiss his cheek. I finished putting on the top lay
