A collection of short stories for my Tyler Owens fic, "Sun To Me"! The story may be over, but I can still write the southern sweethearts ;) The short stories range from characters, to plot, to angst or fluff. However, I do NOT write smut or anythin...
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The kitchen of Tyler and Lainey's farmhouse was a disaster zone. Flour dusted every surface, eggshells littered the counter, and a suspicious smell of something burning wafted from the oven. In the middle of this culinary chaos stood Tyler, looking more like he'd wrestled, not wrangled, a tornado than attempted to bake a simple casserole.
Lainey leaned against the kitchen island, trying and failing to stifle her laughter. "Ty, honey, I think you might've gone a little overboard with the flour."
Tyler ran a hand through his hair, leaving a streak of white in his blonde locks. "You think?" he asked, his voice a mixture of frustration and amusement. "I was just followin' the recipe!"
Boone, who was perched on a stool nearby, let out a hearty chuckle. "Yeah, if the recipe called for turning the kitchen into a winter wonderland."
Tyler shot his best friend a mock glare. "You're supposed to be helping, not heckling."
Boone held up his hands in surrender, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "Hey now, I'm providing moral support. That's important too!"
Lainey shook her head fondly at their antics. "Alright, boys, let's focus. Tyler, why don't you start by cracking the eggs for the next part of the recipe?"
Tyler nodded, a look of determination crossing his face. He picked up an egg, eyeing it like it might explode at any moment. With exaggerated care, he tapped it against the edge of the bowl.
Nothing happened.
He tapped it again, harder this time. Still nothing.
"Um, Lainey?" Tyler called, his brow furrowed in concentration. "I think this egg might be broken."
Lainey bit her lip to keep from laughing. "The egg's not broken, Ty. You just need to use a little more force."
"But not too much," Boone chimed in helpfully. "Unless you want to be pickin' shell out of your casserole for the next hour."
Lainey's expression softened as she walked over to Tyler, brushing some flour off his cheek. "Aw, don't pout, cowboy. We're just teasing. Here, let me show you how it's done."
She picked up another egg, a mischievous glint in her eye that Tyler missed entirely. "Now, pay attention. This is a very special technique that all the pros use."
Tyler nodded eagerly, his brow furrowed in concentration. Boone, catching the look in Lainey's eye, bit his lip to keep from grinning too widely.
