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Christmas Eve was long over but there were still loads of Christmas cookies that needed to be baked. After all, Anakin and Padmé would bring the kids the very next day, and what kind of uncles would they have been, if they would not present the best Christmas cookies in the world for them—the second best at least! Also, Qui-Gon loved baking, and Obi-Wan loved seeing his husband so at ease and happy. It was a win-win situation for all of their little family.
The kitchen was almost too warm with all the loads of cookies they had put into the oven by now. It smelled amazing with the scent of cinnamon and freshly cut apples and it slowly started looking like a professional bakery as well. Bowls still full and empty, various spoons, and cookie cutters in all shapes and seizes were scattered across the counter, evidence of Qui-Gon’s ambitious baking session and Obi-Wan’s support.
The older man hummed a festive melody as he used his favorite rolling pin to work the dough properly, flour on his nose and a spotless white apron around his waist. It was a picture of perfect domesticity. It was one of the moments that Obi-Wan’s heart was flowing over with love even though there was nothing particularly romantic happening.
Obi-Wan walked over to him and kissed Qui-Gon’s cheek. His husband reciprocated this gift of affection by holding a spoon of icing towards his mouth. It tasted fantastic. Obi-Wan licked his lips afterwards and enjoyed the smile his little show of pleasure sparked.
“Can you put this baking tray over here in the oven next?” Qui-Gon asked with his lips still curled upwards. “The kids will love these!”
“Are you sure?”
Qui-Gon blinked in surprise. “Why are you asking that?”
“Darling, these reindeers have five legs,” Obi-Wan pointed to an especially ugly cookie.
His husband frowned and checked the cookie cutter he had used last—and which somehow had gotten contorted enough to make the tail of the reindeer indeed look like yet another leg. Qui-Gon shrugged and started grinning. “Oh… It’s Russian… because Padmé is Russian. It is an Orthodox reindeer!”
“Qui-Gon Jinn, you still have an excuse for everything at all times, have you not?” Obi-Wan laughed.
“The truth is never an excuse, darling.”
“Ah, right! I understand! And sometimes accidents happen, too.” Obi-Wan flicked a tiny cloud of flour at his husband and giggled because Qui-Gon’s age was simply a number in his passport and nothing more, obviously, because it did not prevent the man to do the same.
Soon flour dusted their faces and half the kitchen, mostly Qui-Gon’s cheeks, though, because Obi-Wan cupped them for a long, gentle kiss. If it had not been for the kids visiting the next morning, surely their joyful banter had led them into the bedroom. Instead, more laughter filled the kitchen as they wrestled with stubborn dough (and themselves), iced little cookie rendeers and angels and spilled sprinkles almost everywhere alongside the pastries. Before they started to do the dishes, Qui-Gon smeared frosting on Obi-Wan’s nose, and he responded with a kiss that left them both looking like smurfs.
“You’re still very much impossible,” Obi-Wan stated still coated in blue icing.
“And you love it,” Qui-Gon shot back with a mischievous grin.
“The truth, unfortunately.”
They leaned against each other with a smile and took a closer look at their baked goods then. Their love was perfect, their cookies… were not. Some were overbaked (and needed some extra icing to hide that fact), some had lost their shape altogether, and the reindeers still paraded their five little legs proudly. But it was all beautiful even in its imperfection, maybe even because of its imperfection. The chaos they had produced resembled their relationship—and it was beautiful!