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When Sol stepped out of her room, at the Mikaelson's, she hadn't expected to her Kol's shouting. "They don't look any good at all! What did you do, Finn?" Solène chuckled as she made her way down stairs. Following the sounds of her soulmates voices, she found Kol and Finn standing in the kitchen. Dirty dishes and ingredients covered the counter tops. On top of the stove sat a tray of cookies. Kol was staring at them like he'd murder them if he could. Finn, on the other hand, just looked upset at them.
"What're you two doing?" She raked her eyes over the mess. If they wanted to bake, they could've asked her to help. They could also just let her know that they desired baked treats. What were these two up to?
Kol looked at her, his gaze softening into sadness. "Finn and I were trying to bake cookies like you do, but they don't want to bake right, the damned things!"
Finn nodded beside his brother. "They look nothing like yours." A soft smile pulled at her lips as she rounded the island to get a better look at the cookies. They were quite flat and wider than usual as well. Picking one up, carefully as they were hot, she took a small bite. Tasting a prominent saltiness, she smiled even wider.
"Well, from the look, there isn't enough flour. You've also added too much salt. Perhaps you mixed it up with the sugar?" Kol grumbled, eyes glaring down at the pan of cookies once more. "Why were you making cookies?"
"We wanted to cheer you up with something you'd enjoy." Finn admitted, placing a hand on her cheek. "We wanted to make you happy."
Tear pricked the witch's eyes as she glanced between the two. "You already make me so happy. Please don't ever doubt that. With that said, I appreciate your thoughts. I really do." She grabbed both of their hands, her heart fluttering from the men's actions. They'd made this mess and tried something new all on their own to make her happy. "How about we make a new batch together?"
Kol quickly nodded, Finn smiling in agreement. So, the three tossed out the bad cookies and Sol taught them how to make proper cookies. She also thought about getting nice jars to sort all the stuff in the kitchen. Maybe if a big sticker on a jar read 'SUGAR,' they wouldn't mix it up so easily seeing as they were taking straight from the bags with similar designs. She made a note to go shopping later once she'd sold some jewelry, which should be soon.
Niklaus informed her just before she went to bed that the website had been created. He'd found her brandname a bit on the nose, "Light Jewelers," which amused him so. Elijah had spent last night spreading the word, hoping some purchases would lift her mood. With the effort of the three brothers, the business was all set for their soulmate.
Pushing the new dough into the oven, she pressed a kiss onto the cheek of both men. "Thank you for baking for, and with, me. However, now we need to clean the mess you made." Her eyed moved back to the big mess on the counters.
"Can't we just make one of Nik's hybrids do it?" Kol pouted, not interested in any housework.
"Nope, make a mess, clean the mess. Maybe next time you won't be so messy. If you don't make mess to start with, there wouldn't be one to clean, darling." Her cheeky smile brightened both of the men, excited she appeared to be in a better mood than yesterday. Seeing her breakdown like that had hurt them immensely. They didn't want to see her un such pain ever again.
As they finished cleaning up the mess, Sol starting the dishwasher and the brothers wiping down the last of the counter, Kai walked in. "Sol, we need to buy more inventory. It's already sold out." A smile started to grow on his face. He'd had only a partial hand in this business, but he'd felt as if he'd truly accomplished something for the first time. It felt strange to be inadvertently helping others, but it gave him a fuzzy feeling he didn't mind experiencing.
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Broken Souls
Fiksi PenggemarContent Warnings and more tags inside! Solène Griffith, is not who people think. She keeps to herself because she does not belong here. Before her death, the world she lives in now was merely a show she watched on television. The promise she made to...