Reddie Nights

🔸Shot 58 ~ Baking🔸

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EDDIE'S POV

I studied the recipe cards carefully to make sure I didn't mess up anything, but somehow I did anyway. It's Stan's birthday, and Bill was planning a surprise party for him.

Bill put me in charge of baking/cooking, and so far I had four recipes to follow and was up to my elbows in ingredients. I sighed.

Suddenly I felt gentle hands on my shoulders and warm breath on my neck as I stared at a recipe card for cookies.

"What'cha doin?" his smooth voice asked softly.

I turned around with heat flooding my cheeks and grinned.

"Hey, Rich. Just trying to figure out how in the hell I screwed up cookies"

He turned to face the batch of cookies I left on the top of the stove.

"Eds, they look fine" he assured me as he picked one up and took a bite.

"Richie, they taste like tar"

He scrunched his face up like he regretted putting it in his mouth and groaned, but smiled enthusiastically.

"No, really, they're *cough* good!"

"How in the hell did I screw up the easiest treat to make?" I sighed as I wiped my hands with a towel and tossed it at the sink.

I sighed again and rested my chin in my hands and propped my elbows on the counter.

He walked over to me and offered a warm grin.

"Hey, come on, you make good stuff all the time! Bill shouldn't have put you in charge of making everything, that's too stressful. How about I help you?"

I wiped my eyes and couldn't help but giggle when I turned to face his warm, goofy grin.

"You're right. Bill just wants this to be perfect for Stan, it is his birthday after all"

"Maybe he's just trying to get lucky" he smirked.

"Beep beep, Richie" I scolded as I threw flour at him.

"Just kidding, let's get baking" he rubbed his hands together and laughed.

He grabbed another mixing bowl and began to add ingredients, helping me through it the whole way and making sure I didn't slip up.

"When did you get so good at this?" I asked while mixing.

"I don't know" he shrugged. "I guess I've just watched you enough to pick up a few things"

"I'm not that good at cooking" I blushed.

"Are you kidding? Your cooking and baking is like drugs to me" he said sweetly.

"Well, except for cookies, apparently" I joked.

"Yeah, I could make a better batch" he teased as he smirked.