fate | CL fanfic

twelve

May 11th:

I was more than happy to see Charles relaxing the days after the match and finally getting his head out of the folders in his office about god knows what.

I had to give him some credit though, the business is thriving because of him and him alone. I see men come in and out of here constantly and it doesn't take a lot to guess whether they are happy or annoyed.

"It's nice to see you in comfy clothes.." I comment as I ran around the kitchen island into one of the cupboards to find a good enough sized bowl.

He looked up from his phone, "I don't have any meetings today, so there's no need to dress up."

I smiled at him, "Good, you can help me!"

He furrowed his brows looking at me as I got out flour from the pantry, "And what are you doing?" He asked getting up from his seat, intrigued by my actions.

"Well what does it look like?" I asked, he looked at all of the ingredients laid out in front of him and the man still shrugged.

My mouth gaped, "You've seriously never baked cookies from scratch before?"

Charles shakes his head indicating no and stares as he leans against the counter, arms folded over his chest. He watched me bake intently, remembering when his mum used to cook every weekend when he was a child.

"They have cookie dough in stores for a reason, Mon Cheri." The room smelt of homemade cookies, just as it use to when I was a kid and my nanny, Marie would bake for me, despite my father's warnings about feeding me too much sugar.

Yeah I was one of those sugar rush kids.

I screw up my face, mixing the ingredients together. "That taste like shit compared to this, you haven't lived."

He sticks his finger in the bowl and takes a chunk of dough, popping it into his mouth before I could smack his hand away, "Eva, I'm sorry, but it tastes exactly the same."

I roll my eyes, not taking them off of the bowl. I don't trust him. "Can you pass me half a cup of sugar?"

Charles leaned over the table reluctantly and grabbed the bag of sugar and measured half a cup, "This good?"

I look over briefly and nod, that gave Charles enough time to stick his hand in the bag of flour. He passes the measuring cup and the second I looked back down at the bowl, a white dust was falling over my eyes, going down the back of my shirt and into my mouth as it opened widely.

I didn't bring many clothes, I'm thin on the ground now.

"You cheeky fucking bastard." I muttered at him, wiping the flour from my eyes so I could see him clearly.

Charles stood next to me laughing wildly as if it were the funniest thing in the world. To me it definitely wasn't. While his laughter usually sounded like music to my ears, this time it made my cheeks grow red hot and lips purse tightly.

I looked almost ghostly, my scalp heavenly white and he found it hilarious. "You're cute when you're mad." He said in between laughs.

I wasn't laughing though. With one hand, I picked up an egg, bringing my hand down on the top of his head where it shattered, white and yellow dripped down his face. His laughter abruptly stopped.

I smirk, trying my absolute hardest not to laugh, "Has anyone ever told you that you're cute when you're mad?"

I was chased around that kitchen with flour and eggs for probably another half an hour until susannah burst in with the shock of her life, "Children! What are you doing?" She called out her hand to her mouth.

"He started it Susannah." I told her, and instantly we were like five year olds snitching on eachother as he chased me around the kitchen island.

He was fast by the way, especially for someone with a darn knee injury.

"Dear me! This is going to take ages to clean! You are going to have to eat dinner in the dining room tonight." She shook her head at us, it was weird seeing the conflicting feelings in her head. She wanted to scold us but at the same time she knew we were having fun.

I grabbed the tray and passed them to her, "You can have the cookies susannah, I insist. You keep them, we're sorry."

She slapped my hand away gently, "Oh Eva you're going to have to wash your hair again before the gala tomorrow..." she sighed checking my scalp, "Silly boy." She said to Charles.

"Yeah he is a silly boy." I agreed with her, he stood there with a lazy smile on his face and his arms crossed against his body. Trying to cover the fact he too was covered in flour, sugar and egg.

"Look I'll help clean susannah, Eva you can go and shower and then we can all have dinner in the dining room at seven." Charles thought aloud and I didn't disagree, especially if it meant I got out of cleaning.

As far back as I can remember I've been messy, my childhood room was always a mess. So much so the cleaner quit because my room stressed her out so badly, the things you'd find in the piles of clothing was uncanny.

And my messy habit didn't change in this house either, things are strewn across the floor, books are on the sink in the bathroom, art supplies are everywhere. It's honestly a really bad habit.

Charles finds it funny but he won't when I start messing his things up on purpose, there's nothing I love more than winding him up a little. Thank god he doesn't say mad for long.

Just the other day I put lotion in a bowl and told him it was the best yoghurt I'd ever had and of course when I turned my back he tried some of it, his face was priceless.

I'm starting to like living here, well maybe not here, but with him.