Christmas Cookies: Modern AU (Jacob Frye x Reader ~ One Shot)

Christmas Cookies - One Shot

Christmas music danced through the air in the kitchen of yours and Jacob's shared home. Your two children were still in school, and you're husband was out with his sister, Evie, and a friend of theirs by the name of Henry Green on a mission. You had been graced with the present of some valuable time off from work since it was the holiday season. The next two weeks were yours to do as you please, which would be spent cooking, cleaning, watching the children, and relaxing. Your kids were off for the next two weeks as well, and Jacob would no doubt be popping in and out of the house on more missions from the Brotherhood and dealing with his gang, the Rooks. This year he promised that the outings would be less frequent so he could spend more time with you and the kids.

Speaking of Jacob, you heard the front door open and close and the sounds of heavy footsteps closing in on your location at the island in the kitchen. You began to roll out the dough for cut outs as a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist.

"Good afternoon love," Jacob said, his voice smooth and sultry as he rested his head on your shoulder. He gave you a quick peck on the cheek.

"Afternoon hun," you replied in a bored tone, focusing on your cookie dough and rolling pin. "You better not have gotten any blood on me."

"You really think I wouldn't wash up or change clothes before hugging you after I've been out on a mission?" Jacob asked seeming a bit hurt that you would think something like that.

"Well in my defense, you have gotten blood on me before when you came home from your little escapades. That and you had almost ruined my favorite t-shirt. Do you know how hard it is to get blood stains out of white cotton?"

Jacob chuckled and kissed your cheek again. "I said I was sorry, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did, but that still doesn't make up for the fact that you did get blood on me before."

"I know love. So, what have you been up to all day?"

"What does it look like I've been doing?" you asked in a playful manner.

"I'd say trying to make yourself as enticing as possible for my return, but I know that baking would be the right answer."

"Mhm."

Jacob started to sway behind you, his arms still wrapped around your waist, causing you to sway in time side to side with him. It was pleasant at first, but it soon began to interfere with your baking. You carefully removed his arms from your waist, not even gazing at him as you did so. A look of hurt fixed itself on Jacob's face.

"Are you alright (y/n)? You usually love it when I do that," he asked a bit concerned.

"Yes, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"You never shrug me off when I'm giving you affection."

"Mhm."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Mhm."

"Are you even listening to me, or are you just saying "mhm" to make it seem like you're listening?"

"Mhm."

"(Y/n)!"

"Hmm?"

"Quit ignoring me! It's not very polite!"

You scoff slightly from Jacob's comment. He continued to talk to you as you began pressing a snowflake shaped cookie cutter into the now flattened dough. The problem with you and Jacob was that you didn't see eye to eye every so often. This was mainly due to you being raised in the United States and him being raised in the United Kingdom. Your tradition views when it came to holidays were very different from his because of this, but you both could agree that making cookies during Christmas was one holiday tradition that you absolutely couldn't skip.