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“What happened here?” Trent asked, looking puzzled. A mess of pancake batter was strewn across Trent’s kitchen counter, the culprit seeming to be a Kitchen-Aid mixer. The smell of something burnt permeated his home, which immediately set off alarm bells in Trent’s head when he woke up this morning and found Atticus missing from his bed. As he expected, he found Atticus standing in his kitchen looking incredibly guilty.
It’s not the first time this has happened. Atticus has made the two of them breakfast on many occasions, a gesture that makes Trent feel overcome with adoration and gratitude for his partner. Atticus was a wonderful cook (surprising for being british, Trent loved to quip), and it had become a routine of Atticus testing out a new recipe on Trent that never failed to impress him. …As long as there’s no baking involved, that is.
Atticus rubbed his temples and sighed in frustration. “I was, I was trying to mix the batter and I turned the mixer on and I put the bowl under it and it just went everywhere…”
He makes this mistake every single time. Trent’s strongly considering getting rid of the thing and just showing him how to use a hand mixer instead. Every attempt Atticus makes at baking always ends in some sort of tragedy. Such as the small stack of incredibly overdone pancakes sitting on a plate on the counter. Trent sighed and glanced over at Atticus, who hung his head in shame.
“You could make eggs instead?”
Atticus shook his head meekly. “I used them up… I had to remake the batter multiple times…”
Atticus winced, like he half expected Trent to be upset with him. Atticus seemed genuinely very embarrassed. Instead though, Trent rubbed his shoulder consolingly. Atticus’s expression resembled that of a little kid who’d dropped their ice cream. Trent couldn’t help but find it a little endearing. He reached up to ruffle the taller man’s hair affectionately.
“You tried your best, babe.” Atticus sighed and looked around the kitchen, as if he were pondering something.
“I really wanted to make a nice breakfast for you… I thought I had it this time.” Atticus grumbled, running a hand through his hair. “I suppose we could just go out?” Atticus suggested weakly. Trent furrowed his eyebrows and placed his hands on the other man’s waist.
“Don’t worry about it. I think I’d really like that.” Trent smiled at him warmly as he pulled him into an embrace, which seemed to bring Atticus out of his slump a little bit. Much like him, it could be hard to get Atticus to perk up again when something didn’t go how he wanted it to. Atticus found himself smiling back and they shared a small kiss that left Trent giddy. No matter how long they’d been together, Atticus still had Trent absolutely enamored with him.
“Um, Trent?” Atticus spoke after a short silence.
“Hm?”
“I also tried to make muffins earlier, and, ehm, your oven…”
Trent blinked. He rubbed a hand over his face and sighed. At this point he’d lost all capacity to even care.