Romantic One Shots & Imagines

One Shot #9: Christmas Baking

               Our first Christmas on our own! I'm so excited! No parents, no estranged aunts and uncles, no seating arrangements, no pressures to be perfect! Just me and Michael. Its a bunch of "firsts". Our first Christmas together in our first apartment. Usually, ever since we started dating, we would go to our own family's Christmas function. It wasn't until last year that we decided to go to both together. Given that our families live on other sides of the city, it was stressful to get there. We also argued a lot the week of, trying to decide whose family we were going to see first and how long we were going to stay there for. It was just stressful and we actually broke up for a moment. It was actually romantic how we got back together. It was New Years Eve and...that's beside the point. The point is, we are hosting a party at our apartment and only inviting our closest friends and family to come. No stress, no pressure.

                Given its Christmas eve, I'm in the living room, wrapping the rest of the presents. Michael, however, is baking all of the cupcakes and cookies. I don't know why I let him do that.

                                                        "Hey, hun, can you come in here?" I hear him shout from the kitchen.

                                                        "Yes..." I start as I walk in.

                                                        "I...uh...need help." He says calmly, covered in flour.

                                                         "How did this happen?" I exclaim, gesturing to his ghost like appearance.

                                                        "I don't know! I followed the instructions!" He shakes his head. "blender = 1, me = 0"

                                                        "You're adorable when you're frustrated." I say walking up to him. I lean up against his flour dusted apron and kiss the tip of his nose. In return, he takes my face into his hands. He pulls me in to a tender kiss, sweetened by brown sugar. I can't help but laugh after we pull away when I see a white handprint across my cheek. We both break down in laughter.

                                                         "I was hoping you wouldn't see that." He says.

                                                          "I'm glad I did! Now, we're messy together."

              Together, we crack eggs, measure out milk and eat cookie dough. Not so surprisingly, the kitchen was a mess by the end of it. The counters were laced with flour and sugar. The sink was stacked with bowls and measuring cups. We even got into a mini food fight. Being his usual silly self, he started it by playing a prank on me. Lets just say I'll probably need to deep condition my hair tonight to get the cake batter out.

                                                         "I've never really baked before, but if I get to do it with you, then there's no other thing I rather do." He smiles down at me.

                                                         "Awww." I coo.

                                                         "Well except---"

                I smack Michael with oven mitt and with perfect timing too. I shoot him a coy look as the timer goes off on the stove. The air fills with the aroma of sugar cookies as I pull down the oven door. I swat him away as I see his eyes glaze over and his mouth water. After a bit, I banish him to the living room to finish my job. Eventually, I feel bad and bring us both a cookie and some egg nog. We spend the rest of the night in each others arms watching Frosty The Snowman.

                                                                                 The End