Jack's pov

Mark was making cookies. I snuck down to the kitchen to find Mark wearing a blue apron and mixing the cookie dough. I smirked and licked my lips. I watched and waited for him to move away for second just so I could get some cookie dough. I hid underneath the table hoping he wouldn't see me. Chica had scratched at the back door to be let out so as he would almost always do, he moved away from the holy grail of cookie dough and went to got let Chica out. I crawled over to the bowl and scooped up some before diving back under the table.

" What the? Who the- Jaaaaaaaaaaaacccckkk!" I chuckled, still not leaving that spot. He sighed and started to move the cookies from the bowl to the baking sheet. Chica scratched again, THANK YOU DOG!!! He sighed and grabbed the cookie dough bowl and let Chica out. I ran over grabbed the baking sheet and ran upstairs hiding in the closet.

"I'm a genius." I said locking the door and sitting down and eating a couple blobs of cookie dough. To my surprise it was really good. I smiled and ate a few before I heard Mark bound up the stairs.

"JACK!!! YOU COOKIE THIEF WHERE ARE YOU?!?!" I giggled quietly and hid under some old shirts after I finished off the cookies that were on the sheet. He bangde on the door.

"Jack I know you're in there." I chuckled and walked out with my hands in the air. Only to find Mark standing there eating from the bowl himself.

" And I'm the cookie dough thief." we both laughed and he set down the bowl.

"Well I'm just eating what i made, so I'm not a thief."

"Yes you did." He looked at me confused.

"And what did I steal?" I smiled at him.

"My heart."