Warnette Oneshots

Cooking

(I know fuck all about cooking or baking, so all the recipes and shit are probably completely wrong, so don't follow the recipe I wrote, lol! Also, I know this chapter isn't true to characteristics, well, it is but more fun and playful, but I think it's a cute chapter.)

ELLA'S POV

"Aaron!" I call, standing in the kitchen, waiting for Aaron. "Come on!"

He comes down the stairs and Dog follows him. "I'm coming. Don't worry." He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses the side of my neck. "Do we have to cook?" He asked.

I turn around and grin, seeing him in his apron. "Nice outfit." I can't help myself, I laugh.

He shakes his head, his hands softly rubbing the top of my arms. "I don't want to wear an apron that says:

Captain Cook

It's not amusing." He groans.

This only makes my laughter increases. "Sorry, Aaron, it's just... you look so cute."

He closes his eyes and tries to hold back the smile that clearly fights to reveal itself. "Okay, but where is your apron."

I shake my head. "Oh no, I don't have one."

"How is that fair?" He kisses my forehead. "Why don't you be Captain Cook."

I puff out a laugh. "No no no, you are Captain Cook."

He sighs, seeming to give up on this idea, turning and getting out some of the ingredients we need, out.

A smile grows on my face, waiting excitedly to begin. He comes over with a bowl, spatula, whisk, spoon, tea towel, measuring cups, chopping board, and a knife.

"So, what are we making?" I ask, he was the one who was tasked to read up and find a recipe for us to follow.

"Cookie."

I stare at him for a moment. "That's baking!"

He shrugs. "Isn't it the same thing?"

I giggle, completely blown away that he doesn't know this - though, I guess, why would he ever of had to know that, he was always presented meals by chefs. The difference between the two probably never crossed his mind. "Baking is for desserts and pastries. Thing that you BAKE."

"..." he looks at me with a hint of shock. "Ooooh!" He realises. "That's why it's called BAKE-ing."

Sometimes it's easy to forget this man, my husband, Aaron Warner, is super clever. Especially when he is so clueless about the real world.

"Oh my god." I put my head in my hands.

"Well, for that, I am sorry, love." He genuinely looks like he feels he's let me down. So I quick quash that thought.

"Aaron it's perfect." I kiss his lips, before going to the fridge, and getting out ingredients that I KNOW are in cookies. Like eggs and butter.

"How do you know we need those?" He whips his phone out of his pocket and pulls up the picture he's saved of the recipe.

"Because, this isn't my first time baking." I tell him. "Me and Emmaline used to bake and cook for fun." The reminiscing is painful, when it comes to my big sister. I miss her so much.

I think Aaron senses my grief, as he comes over and wraps me up in his arms. "Come on, let's make some cookie." He kisses my forehead.

I nod in agreement and we begin to prepare:

"Right, we need butter, brown sugar, normal sugar, vanilla extract, two eggs, salt, baking soda, flour, and chocolate chips." He reads off from the list.