A pinch of cinnamon
"It looks delicious baby"
I turned around to see my husband behind me
"What are you making today?"
I smiled and pointed to the recipe on the counter
"Cinnamon bread? You spoil me"
I smiled again, and he placed a kiss on my bare shoulder
"How much longer do you have on these?"
I glanced at the clock, doing the math in my head
I held up 10 fingers
"Alright, I suppose I can wait"
I cocked my head at him, raising an eyebrow
"No, no, I'll wait till you're done. Finish your bread."
I shook my head at him fondly, pouring the batter into the tin
I looked back at him
I rolled my eyes, sprinkling the crumb topping over the batter
As soon as I placed the tin in the oven, I felt his arms wrapping around me
I laughed, leaning into him
He whispered in my ear
"You can take a break before cleaning up, can't you?"
I deliberated a moment before nodding my head, and instantly he was kissing my neck
I laughed at him, wrapping my arms around his waist
He whirled me around the kitchen, dipping me into an impromptu dance
When at last we stopped spinning, he pressed a kiss to my forehead
"I love you" He murmured against my skin
I tapped his heart, twice, with two fingers
He held my hand to his chest, looking into my eyes
And the smile he gave me make me feel like I was falling in love all over again
After a moment, he set to helping me clean the kitchen
But only succeed in smearing batter farther across the counter
Shaking my head at him, I took the cloth from his hand and did it the right way
He planted a kiss in my hair, murmuring a thank you
When the bread was done, I pulled it from the oven, and cut us each a thick slice
We sat at the table in silence, enjoying the food and one another
I looked up at him
"I love you"
And part of me wished I could say it back
But I knew that he knew
That actions speak louder than words