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i scrolled on my phone through a baking app, looking for new recipes to try out. i wanted to bake something even though it was only one in the morning.

currently, i was sitting on the counter in the kitchen. i screenshotted three recipes for three different types of cookies.

gingerbread sandwich cookies, peppermint pattie-stuffed chocolate cookies, and some diy youtube emoticon cookies, especially for kenma.

speaking of kenma, he had told me about thirty minutes earlier that he was going to stream live. thatโ€™s most likely what he was doing right now.

i looked through the ingredients and quietly headed to the second floor. even though Kenma was on the third floor, in his gaming room, of our three story house, i still had the need to be quiet.

it was one am after all.

after i had gotten my winter clothes on, i grabbed my snow boots and headed out the door.

i looked up at the snowy sky and breathed in the sharp icy air, which felt like needles poking my lungs.

smiling at the decorative lights flashing on our house that we put up a couple of weeks ago.

i started my walk to the closest market, i didnโ€™t want to travel too far.

some of the ingredients for the cookies, we didnโ€™t have. hopefully theyโ€™d be open because i wasnโ€™t going to sleep anytime soon.

i headed in and immediately went to the baking and ingredients section. i tried to balance the objects in my arms while walking up to the front counter.

โ€œhello.โ€ i spoke and carefully set them down.

โ€œhi mrs.kozume, do you plan on making something this late?โ€ the old lady had asked with a light laugh.

โ€œyes maโ€™am, i wanted to bake for my husband. heโ€™s streaming right now and probably wonโ€™t be sleep for a couple more hours.โ€ i laughed with her.

since iโ€™d always come here for plenty of household things, i knew most of all the workers.

โ€œah, well i hope the two of you have a good night.โ€ she placed my ingredients in two plastic bags.

โ€œyou too. thank you.โ€ i waved at her and opened the door, leaving.

not after hearing a mumble of โ€˜such cute youngens.โ€™

i quietly laughed to myself and continued my short walk home.

passing all the colorful decorations of houses. christmas is a wonderful time, isnโ€™t it?

finally coming close to a familiar decor, i quickly got inside. the coldness nipping at my nose.

โ€œbaby? are you back?โ€ i heard a deep voice fill the air as i took off my winter boots.

โ€œyes hon, i went out to get something.โ€ i answered my husband while taking off my big coat and over layers.

โ€œdid you finish your streaming?โ€ i tilted my head as he rounded the corner from the kitchen.

โ€œyeah, it was a short one.โ€ he muttered, his eyes focused on the bags in my hands.

i walked into the kitchen, setting them down before heading upstairs, kenma following my every move.

โ€œwhatโ€™d you get?โ€

โ€œsome stuff for baking.โ€ i opened the closet door and picked out kenmaโ€™s black shirt that said โ€œmeow meow fuckerโ€ on it, i knew it would reach to my mid thigh, because of our height difference.

and some thigh high socks that had christmas decorations on it.

i took off my clothes and slipped that on, not bothering to put pants on or covering my body.

i watched kenmaโ€™s eyes as they trailed my body and every move.

โ€œare you not going to put pants o-on?โ€

he came from behind me and hugged me from the back. his arms wrapping around my waist and his head on my shoulder.

โ€œnope. i donโ€™t see the need for it.โ€ i giggled and got free of his grasp to go bake.

when i got into the kitchen, i pulled my hair up and started with the basics.

i could basically feel his eyes staring at me while i started.

โ€œyes, honey?โ€ i turned around to face him, still whisking the batter.

โ€œcan i help?โ€

i smiled softly at him, my heart bursting into flames full of love.

โ€œof course you can, here.โ€ i gave him the batter i was just whisking and started on a new task.

โ€œwhat kind of cookies are these.โ€ he sniffed the batter, his nose twitching.

โ€œthese are gingerbread sandwich cookies. i have two others that i wanted to bake too.โ€ i gave him my phone as he set the bowl down.

his eyes skimmed down the phone to the last one. i saw a soft smile grace his handsome features.

โ€œcan we make the last one next?โ€

โ€œsure, iโ€™ll save the other one for next week.โ€

and then we had gotten started with baking. a couple of pauses here and there due to our infamous kiss attacks weโ€™d pull on the other.

โ€œare they done?โ€ i asked as i cleaned the dishes that we used.

โ€œyeah, but theyโ€™re hot so be careful.โ€ he warned as some of his two toned hair fell into his face.

i grabbed my step stool and set it where i could fix his hair. i had to stand on my tippy toes from how short i am.

lightly taking his hair out of the messy back bun i had put it in earlier, to a ponytail.

โ€œyour hair is so soft and long.โ€

โ€œoh please, your hair goes down to your ass baby.โ€ he retorted as if i meant it as a bad thing.

โ€œitโ€™s not a bad thing honey, it looks sexy.โ€ my face flushed and i stepped down.

i didnโ€™t hear an answer from him as i made my way towards the cookies.

touching one before picking it up to see if it would burn my hand or not.

seeing as i could pick it up i turned to Kenma.

โ€œsay ahh.โ€ i broke the cookie so i could feed him it.

he stared down at me, like i was dumb, nevertheless he did it.

โ€œgood boy, does it taste good?โ€ i could have sworn that he almost choked when i said that.

โ€œthatโ€™s new. itโ€™s usually daddy.โ€ he smirked his cheeks a bit red.

my face grew a bright red because i knew what he was talking about.

โ€œhow does it taste?โ€ my voice high pitched because of his response.

โ€œeh, you taste better.โ€

i could have died right then and there.

โ€œyouโ€™re such a horny person, kenma.โ€ i laughed at him, feeling the tension in the air.

i thought this was supposed to be wholesome..

โ€œyouโ€™re one to talk..โ€ he trailed off, analyzing my face.

โ€œanyway! do you want to watch home alone?โ€ iโ€™ll bring the cookies up while theyโ€™re still hot?โ€ i said getting a cup of milk for us to dip our cookies in.

โ€œsure baby,โ€ he kissed my jaw of where he had set his mark a couple nights ago.

i rolled my eyes at him.

โ€œi canโ€™t believe i married a horny tornado.โ€ i muttered and focused on the sweets in front of me.

letโ€™s just say, we all know what exactly happened that night.

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