Gaga Oneshots (GirlxGirl)

Spaghetti

"Honey?" I called out into the rather large house. "Honey, are you still in the kitchen?"  I whipped off my sunglasses and sunhat, placing them down on the counter. It was a beautiful, sunny day in California, which had struck Stefani with the urge to cook. Like any normal Italian, she had settled on spaghetti. 

In her wild frenzy of preparation for the spaghetti, she had sent me out to our growing little garden patch to retrieve an assortment of vegetables for the spaghetti sauce, which I gladly accepted wanting to get out of her way as soon as possible. If there was one thing you had learnt while being with Stefani was to get out of the kitchen when she was cooking. 

Sighing at the lack of response, I waddled into the kitchen with the big basket of vegetables, where Stefani stood with a content smile on her face as she fed the dough through the pasta cutter. 

"Honey, I got your vegetables." I smiled, placing the basket on the counter. 

"Ah!, Thank you!" She squealed, rushing over, beginning to inspect them.

"I did wash them but they might need washing again." I couldn't help but smile at the small blonde. It was so adorable how a simple task had made her so happy. 

"Thank you, my love." She smiled, once again, giving me a kiss and carting the vegetables over to the sink to give them another wash. 

"If that's all, I'm going to sit out on the porch and read a book." 

"Okay, I'll call you when it's done." 

Satisfied, I grabbed my book and the components to make a martini and headed out to the porch. I set myself up and began to read.

Half an hour had passed when suddenly, I heard Stefani's voice call for me. A strong aroma hit me as I made my way into the kitchen, my mouth watered as I looked around, trying to see if the food was actually done yet. 

"Mmmm, it smells so good." I smiled, sniffing the air. 

"Thank you." Stefani blushed, "Can you come try this and tell me what you think?" 

"Of course, baby." I trotted my way over.

Quickly, she dipped the spoon back into the red sauce, gathering a bit on the edge of the wooden spoon. She blew on it a little, making the steam coming off of the spoon dissipate before guiding it to my mouth. I licked the sauce that sat on my lips. The strong taste of the sauce immediately filled my mouth. 

"Babe, that taste amazing." I moaned, biting my lip. No matter how much Stefani cooked over the course of our relationship, I was still always blown away by her power of being able to make anything taste good. 

"It's done then." She smiled, turning back to the stove, which she, quickly, flicked off. She lifted the large saucepan off the cooker and began waddling toward me. 

"Do you want help with that?" I asked, slightly concerned.

"No, I think I will be- " Just as Stefani was about to finish her sentences, the saucepan slipped from in between her hands and fell to the floor with a loud crash. The still very hot sauce catapulted out of the pan and splattered all up my legs and very white sundress.