timothée's pov
I watched her steadily place a gumdrop on the roof of the gingerbread house, holding it for a few seconds and blowing on the icing to dry it.
"You're taking this way too seriously." I said and threw sprinkles on my gingerbread roof.
She let go of the gumdrop, satisfied that it stuck like she wanted it to. "I'm a perfectionist."
I cleaned my hands of sprinkles and rested my chin in the palm of my hand, watching her ice the bottom of another gumdrop.
She set down the icing and proceeded to press the next gumdrop on the roof, finally looking at me as she held it down. "What?"
"Nothing." I shook my head.
"Tell me." she said as she tapped me with her foot below the kitchen table.
"Darling," I began and immediately noticed her look of annoyance "This is supposed to be fun and careless, I'm done and you've barely started."
"So?" she rebutted and let go of the gumdrop, which to no surprise, stayed on.
"It's been almost two hours." I sat up and leant back in the chair, arms crossed over my chest.
She sighed, dropping the icing bag that was in her hand. "Well, I'm sorry that I want mine to look nice." she said.
I dramatically gasped and put my hand over my heart. "Are you saying mine doesn't look nice?"
We both stared over at my gingerbread house - a, quite literal, collapsing, mountain of icing, candy, marshmallows and a rainbow-barf of sprinkles.
Y/n rolled her eyes. "It's not nice, it's beautiful."
"Sure it is." I said and stood up, going to the sink to wash my hands. When I returned, y/n had just begun nicely piping the border of her house.
I hadn't bothered, just lined it up with M&Ms.
Sitting down, I pushed my gingerbread house to the side to give her more room to work.
"Are you just going to stare?" she asked, still attentive to her piping.
"Yup." I said and got comfortable on my chair.
She proceeded to pipe in a delicate manner.
I reached for the mints that were laying in a pile beside her, grabbing one. "No!" she slapped it out my hand "I need them."
"You have like fifteen of them!"
She laughed. "Well, maybe I'm going to use, like, fifteen of them." she poked.
"Sure you are."
Two hours later....
"Timothée!" she exclaimed and I almost fell off of the couch. I'd moved here after my butt began to hurt from sitting in the chair.
I guess I'd also fallen asleep. I stretched and yawned, looking up to see her standing behind the couch and looking down at me.
"Are you done?" I asked, hoping she'd say yes.
She nodded with a smile on her face. "Yes," she reached for my hand and pulled it "come look."
"Alright, alright." I got my groggy body off the couch and stood up.
Before we could make into the kitchen, she had stopped walking, almost making me topple both of us to the ground.
She grabbed me by the shoulders to steady me.
"Close your eyes."
"I'll fall back asleep if I do." I contested.
"Please?" she asked.
I nodded, closing my eyes. She grabbed me by the hand, leading me into the kitchen now. Based off steps, I could tell we'd been stopped in front of the kitchen table, where we'd been working.
"Okay," she let my hand go "open."
"Wow." I said, staring at what she'd taken so long to perfect. I leaned close to it, noticing the steady piping, grounded gumdrops, and meticulously placed candies.
She covered her smile with her mouth, far too proud of her work to show how she felt about it.
"It's amazing." I said, pulling her into me and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
She wrapped her arms around my waist. "You think?"
"I know." I said as we both stared at it.
"Thank you."
Noticing her work, I noticed a fair difference in mine. "Where did you get the ginger people?" I asked "They didn't come in my kit."
"They didn't come in mine either," she said "I cut them out of a leftover piece of gingerbread you hadn't used."
"Ahh." I replied, aware that I had not used a piece of my gingerbread after all - which would explain why my house has no back to it.
"They're very cute." I said, noticing the smiles she had iced on them.
She hugged me tightly, resting her chin on my arm to look up at me. I looked down at her as she spread a large smile on her face. "They're us."
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