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“Pierre, what are you doing? That is not how you bake a cake?” George was horrified at the scene in front of him. George wasn’t sure why they were baking but watching Pierre try and bake was stressing him out more than he’s like to admit.
“Of course it is. I know what I’m doing.” Pierre said, cracking an egg into the bowl. George watched as two small pieces of shell fell into the batter.
“Pierre you idiot, you got shells in it.”
“Oops, sorry.” Pierre didn’t look the least bit sorry, the smirk on his face won’t helping his case at all.
“Move and let me got it out.” George hip checked Pierre away from the bowl. The movement surprised Pierre who lost his balance. He tried grabbing into the counter to steady himself and in the process knocked over the open bottle of vanilla, the whole bottle spilling on himself and George.
“PIERRE!” George acclaimed, jumping back to try and avoid it but it didn’t matter at that point as it was already all over them.
“You bumped into me, so this is your fault.”
“My fault? Why did you leave the cover open on the bottle?”
“I thought I’d need it again.”
“Why would you need it again?” George loved Pierre he really did, but there were times he wondered what was going on inside his head.
“I don’t know, I’ve never baked before. This is new to me.”
“You’re very lucky you’re cute I’ll have you know.” George reached out, grabbing Pierre’s hand pulling the other man into him. He placed a quick kiss to Pierre’s lips, both of them smiling into the kiss. The cake batter was abandoned on the counter, as the smell of vanilla drifted through the air. They should probably clean up the floor and themselves but that could wait. They didn’t get many moments just the two of them were they could feel like a normal couple and both were soaking in the moment; standing in the middle of the kitchen in each other’s arm, covered in vanilla extract. Honestly this experience could have gone much worse, George was going to take spilled vanilla and eggs shells in cake batter.