WHO A personality-swapped Jack Bittle-Zimmermann WHERE Haus Kitchen WHEN This morning! Jan 6th WHAT Personality swapped and baking. STATUS Complete Narrative! WARNINGS Jack is in booty shorts, so đ„đ„
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Just usually, that person was the other half of the Bittle-Zimmermann marriage.
His hips were swaying like it was the most natural thing in the world, a distinctly not Jack Bittle-Zimmermann trait, but at first glance it was possible he was just in a good mood. That honeymoon glow had still been flushed on his cheeks nearly every morning, both before and after his runs. And arguments could be made that Jack did love baking next to Bitty.
But he had direction there, and more of an awkward shuffle to his feet. This was smooth, his glide across the aged wood flooring was flawless as he went from whisk and bowl to the crust so lovingly rolled out on the clean countertop. Normal-Jack was more likely to quietly laugh as the crust cracked on itâs way to the pie dish and just shrug, eyes pleading for Bitty to help him fix it, but it was like a man possessed as he laid it across the glass.
âHit me like a ray of sun, Burning through my darkest nightâ
Careful hands worked in a far more delicate fashion than they ever had on the ice, fingers nimbly folding each crease around the edge of the pie crust. Jack could follow direction with the best of them, and precision was something of a skill, on and off the ice. But he could not make a pie crust look like it belonged on Instagram.
âMorning yâall! Skipped my run so I can whip up a pie or two before making everybody breakfast. Come make your requests or itâs bagels for you!â It was even more unusual to hear the French-Canadian accented voice carry a southern edge through the doorway, but it echoed off the walls like a man who was used to shouting across an entire ice rink.
It got louder as he heard shuffling again, and Jack put a hand on his hip and turned around. âShitty, I know your cute butt was just in the bathroom, get in here and give me some honest opinions! I donât got all day!â
âBaby, I can feel your halo, pray it won't fade away,â