/AN: Everything you recognize belongs to the great Jeff Davis/

Lydia had always been unusually talented when it came to baking; Even more so when she found out in her eighth grade home economics class that baking was just chemistry. Cookies, cakes, brownies, if it was there was a recipe, Lydia could perfect it on her first or second attempt. So naturally, when she and Jackson started dating, the baked goods starting showing up. Once a week, wrapped up in plastic with a maroon ribbon on his desk or in his locker, in large tupperwares on his kitchen counter as he ate breakfast.

Everytime Jackson found a coconut macaroon or red velvet cupcake, a small smile broke out across his lips, and faded just as quickly as it came. He then usually grumbled something about "stupid Lydia" and her "stupid baking" making him fat, and Danny would just roll his eyes, because he knew how macaroons reminded Jackson of the small bakery he'd visit with his grandmother when he would visit her, and how red velvet was Jackson's mother's favorite cake, and in turn, Jackson's favorite as well.

It was after a particularly soft batch of chocolate chip cookies made their way to his room that Jackson first confronted her about it. "Lydia, what the hell are these?" He gestured to the red-topped tupperware. "They're obviously cookies, Jackson. Haven't you been getting the snacks I've been leaving you?" She made a move towards his hand, and he jerked it back. "Lydia, you know I can't be eating this crap, I can't put on any weight before lacrosse." He ran his hands over his short hair and let out a sharp breathe. "Jackson Whittemore, we both know that you work out enough to eat a cupcake or some cookies every once in a-goddamn-while without killing yourself, and if you don't appreciate the hard work I put into making you things, you should've just said so." She crossed her arms and took a few steps back, clearly hurt by his disregard for her feelings. Jackson looked up at the beauty, and sighed. He knew how much work she put into the small details, and he really did appreciate it, but a sophomore doesn't just become the captain of a winning lacrosse team without a lot of sacrifice. He walked up next to her and wrapped his arms around her body, unfolding her hands from underneath her elbows. He placed a gentle kiss to her hair and traced small circles on her arm with his thumb. "They really are delicious Lydia. Just another thing you manage to amaze me with. But could we maybe just hold off until tryouts are over?" He cooed, lowering his head to look into her big brown eyes. Her lips pursed and she took a quiet breath in. Her eyes searched his face for a moment, and she nodded curtly. He kissed her gently, and held his hand out, offering to drive her home.

The next day, Jackson opened his locker to find a small bag of peanut butter cookies with little chocolate kisses stuck in the middle. Jackson did nothing but shake his head, breaking out into a smile so minute, that only Danny could see it.