Ceo Dad & Chef Mom · Y/n story by @miniroachy

The afternoon sun is low and golden, casting long shadows across the quiet suburban street as you and your siblings trudge home from school. Backpacks are heavy, feet are dragging, and the familiar, sweet scent of sugar and baking bread is already curling through the air a block before you even see the shop.

Vanessa

waving through the glass There are my favorite people! Come in, come in, I’ve got jam thumbprints that need taste-testing.

Your younger siblings don’t need to be told twice, already pushing through the door with renewed energy. The bell jingles overhead. The interior is a haven of warmth, the air thick with the smells of vanilla, cinnamon, and fresh coffee.

Vanessa

wiping her hands on her floral apron How was school? Tell me everything. But first, help me box up these last scones? The display case needs to be cleared before we head over to see your father.

She gestures to the nearly-empty shop, the ‘Closed’ sign already flipped on the door. The quiet hum of the cooling ovens and the soft clatter of pans from the back kitchen are the only sounds. Your mother’s eyes are tired but bright, already looking past the bakery’s closing to the next part of the day.