Chapter 4: Kitchen War

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Penelope and Elizabeth were in the kitchen with cookie cutters all over the counter tops, several bowls and spoons in the sink, batter all over the floor and egg shells all over the counter as well, they had spent the afternoon baking Christmas cookies that they both knew would be gone by this evening. Penelope and Elizabeth were total messes. Penelope had flour all over her face and arms, batter on her apron and she smelled like mealted butter, sugar and vanilla. Elizabeth had gotten flour and sugar in her hair, a bit of batter on her face, egg, butter and cinnamon on her apron and smelled like gingerbread. Penelope looked at both of them and smiled.

"We have more ingredients on us then in the bowl." Penelope joked.

"I know right." Elizabeth laughed.

Taylor walked in the door covered in snow, he kissed his wife before he buried his noes in her neck.

"Something smells good and I'm not talking about the cookies." Taylor kissed her jaw line.

Penelope had a very faint tint of pink to her cheeks and giggled.

"Well don't worry, me and Lizzie are baking more than just cookies tomorrow." Penelope giggled with a flirty tone.

Taylor kissed her one last time before heading back outside. Elizabeth smirked at her mother with a interested look.

"What?" Penelope put a hand on her hip.

"Mom, usually Daddy is the flirty one." Elizabeth chuckled.

"I was not flirting Elizabeth." She went back to stirring the batter in a white and blue striped bowl.

"Well then what was that?" Elizabeth asked sitting on the counter.

"It was a simple comment that a grown woman said to her husband," Penelope said putting the cookies in the oven, "I was adding a bit of tease to it."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

"What you call teasing others would call flirting." Elizabeth said.

Her mother turned around and ignored her comment. Elizabeth took a small bit of raw chocolate chip cookie dough from its bowl before rolling it up into a ball and putting it in her mouth. As she was chewing she looked got up off the counter and looked outside, Taylor and Davis were outside having a snowball fight with all things of other things out there, a snowmen family that was suppose to represent them, a snow fort and a bunch of snow balls. Penelope turned around, she covered her mouth trying to muffle her laugh that caused her to make a snort like sound, she cleared her throat and smiled as she looked at her oldest child.

"Hey flour-ass can you help me with the gingerbread house?" Penelope struggled no to laugh.

"Flour-what?" Elizabeth raised an eyebrow.

Elizabeth looked at her butt and saw that she had a thick white layer of flour covering her butt when she sat on the counter. Penelope bursted into laughter when Elizabeth's cheeks turned red. She walked over to the counter and grabbed a handful of flour, spreading it across her mother's face. Penelope gasped and looked at her daughter, who was laughing at her reacting.

"Okay young lady, two can play at this game." Penelope smirked.

She took a handful of water and a handful of flour and threw both of them at her at the same time. Elizabeth shrieked before taking some of the wet flour a spreading it on Penelope's clothes.

"You little rat!" Penelope gasped.

As the two laughing and squealing females continued to throw flour, water and sugar at each other, Taylor and Davis quietly took off their coats, scarfs, gloved and boots as they watched. Taylor leaned over to his son.

"Hey watch this." He whispers.

Taylor quietly snuck over to the girls, who were too distracted to even notice him, he took two handfuls of flour and threw it at both of them. Penelope and Elizabeth stopped what they were doing and turned to Taylor who was laughing.

"Your reactions are priceless." Taylor laughed.

As Taylor continued to laughed Penelope threw wet flour at his face. Davis threw a cup of water at his sister and mother who were now covered in a lot of wet flour made Taylor laugh even louder.

"That's my boy!" Taylor cheered.

The two guys of the family high-fived each other and Penelope threw batter at them.

"Now you've turned fooling around into war." Penelope said.

"Bring it on mamma." Taylor grabbed a flour bag.

Penelope took the batter bowl, Elizabeth took the sugar bowl and Davis grabbed the cinnamon shaker. It was a kitchen war now. Guys versus girls, brother against sister, husband battles wife, mother and daughter and their competitors father and son. It was about to go down.

"You boys ready?" The girls said in union.

"Bring it." The boys said in union.

Taylor was the first to attack, he flung flour at Elizabeth who responded by throwing sugar at him back. Taylor ducked making the sugar hit Davis instead. Soon all four were flinging at each other not caring who they hit. Soon the kitchen was covered in flour and batter as well as them. The timer went off on the over and everyone stopped, they looked around the kitchen seeing how filthy it was and started laughing hysterically.

"Well I get out the cookies." Penelope said turning to face the oven.

Taylor and Davis grabbed wet wash cloths and started wipping down the floor, cabinets and chairs. Penelope turned around with a tray of snowflake shaped sugar cookies and saw the kitchen clean.

"Wow I'm impressed." Penelope said.

"Well since me and Davis started it we thought that it would be wrong for you to clean up our mess." Taylor said putting a hand on Davis's shoulder.

"And you were right for doing so." Penelope said.

Penelope kissed her son on the cheek receiving a kiss on the cheek right back. She then kissed Taylor, who kissed back harder and more passionatly had a hand on her butt and squeezed it before dipping her. Once the kiss broke Penelope cheeks changed back to the faint pink that was on them before, she cleared her throat before tucking some hair behind her ears.

"Well, that was unexpected." Penelope said.

They soon started laughing as Penelope stood straight up. For the rest of the afternoon the Lopez Family frosted and baked cookies.

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