It's December 23rd, y/n and Hailees Christmas Eve tomorrow it would be just them well as far as y/n knew. Y/n and Hailee had decided to spend their night in the kitchen baking cookies and making an absolute mess while doing so. While y/n had helped improve Hailee's cooking skills her clean-up skills still needed some work. Especially since the counter Hailee said she cleaned still had piles of flour and chunks of decorating sugar in the corners.
Ooooh BABE
I think the first batch of our sugar cookies are done!
Well I'm working on the icing for the cookies so could you pull them out?
Or just look at them to see if they are done?
Sure thing *walks towards the oven*
WITH OVEN MITTS NOT THAT KITCHEN TOWEL!
Alright, Alright. I'll use the damn oven mitts.
I would really like to not take you to the hospital on our Christmas eve.
Trust me I don't want to go to a hospital either.
*pulls cookies out of the oven*
Okay so the cookies didn't fully keep their shape they bloated? Puffed?
They expanded.
Thats the word I was looking for.
*tilts baking sheet* But they kinda still look like the shapes.
Yeah that poor little wreath looks like a donut now.
It could be a peppermint.
Peppermints don't have holes in the center.
You know what festive donut it is then.
HAHA okay well here is the frosting just add the colors you want.
I'm going to start cleaning the kitchen.
Your gonna frost these cookies with me right?
Of course I am but while I clean the cookies can cool and the icing wont slide off them.
*scoops finger in the frosting* This is pretty good.
Its just butter an sugar.
It's honestly more sugar than anything.
Well *taps y/n's nose* it's not nearly as sweet as you.
What can I say I'm sweeter during the holidays.
Bet it's from all the sweets you make. You probably have powdered sugar dusted on you at all times.
Nope.
Believe it or not it's just being with the family.
*looks at the floor* Isn't that right teenie, and you too Brando.
*gasps* You put the dogs before me... I don't blame you but that still hurt a little.
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