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(I don't like her nail, freakin me out for some reason^)
Juno was a manipulative son of a bitch.
For a six, eight, nine something-year-old, he had the mind of a twenty seven year old. A couple more years on him and the kid could probably dominate the entire world without lifting a single finger. That was if his brother didn't try to dominate it first.
"Juno for the love of God stick to the plan!" Logan screeched from the kitchen and Maisie winced, giving the customer in front of her an apologetic smile. When they had left the bakery she gave a glance to Ben who was asleep in a corner and ran to the kitchen doors, shoving them open.
"What's wrong?" she immediately asked then took in the sight in front of her.
Keith, Nick and Andy were on one side of the kitchen, checking over the cakes in the oven and making frosting while Charity was washing up at the sink and Juno was sat on the table in front of Logan, eating the cake batter out of the bowl with his hands.
"Juno," Maisie groaned. "You're not supposed to eat that. You've already had too much, you'll get sick."
"Sick? Sick?" Logan scoffed. "Who cares if he gets sick he just ate all the batter for my fucking cake! The plan was to make the cakes as quickly as possible not eat them before they could even be born!"
Juno shrugged. "Tastes good."
"When Delilah gets back I'm literally gonna throw you face first at her," Logan grumbled, yanking the bowl out of his brothers hands. "Little demon..."
"Don't be such a pušsy, Lo," Juno mumbled and Maisie's mouth smacked open along with Logan's.
His wide eyes looked at his little brother before turning murderous and looking at a now sheepish Nick. He rubbed the back of his head as Logan glared at him.
"Nick? Want to explain why my brother just called me a pušsy?" Logan asked.
"I mean he hears us swear all the time..." Nick winced.
"But he doesn't repeat it!" Logan snapped. "Why did that have to be the first bad word he says?"
"Pušsy, pušsy, pušsy." Juno grinned.
"Cat," Logan said. "Pušsy cat, you animal."
Maisie rolled her eyes and walked over to Charity who knocked the tap off with her elbow and dried her hands on a small towel. Charity smiled when she saw her friend.
"Hey," she said. "Haven't talked to you in a while."
"Yeah, it's weird now that there are actually customers to serve," Maisie laughed.
