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 ...