"No, it was cinnamon and not vanilla, gerard, that's what I know for sure", I said, sighing while putting the flour into the big bowl.
"I'm sure it's vanilla, babe", gerard said again, pressing his lips together.
"I just wished that santa didn't gave us the task to bake", I sighed, while pouring the milk (I want no milk fic references here, i swear to god, I'm sick and tired of hearing about this fic) also into the bowl.
"This wouldn't have happened if you wouldn't have burned down the recipe, Frank", gerard said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"It was an accident! How could I have known that there were candles under the recipe?!", I asked, throwing my hands in the air.
"Open your eyes", gerard said, pointing at the bowl that was about to fall down, because I let go of it.
"Oh, fuck", I mumbled, being quick enough to grab the bowl.
"See, you have to be more observant", my boyfriend said.
"I am observant, or do you wanna bake?", I asked, raising my eye brow.
"If I can put the vanilla into the bowl, sure I can bake", he said, causing me to roll my eyes.
"It was cinnamon, gerard, cinnamon", I said, taking the spoon to mix the ingredients together.
"Lets ask santa then", he said calm.
"Ok, go ahead", I said, mixing the mixture faster together.
Gerard chuckled and walked up to me wrapping his strong arms around my waist, calming me down slightly.
"Calm down, babe", he mumbled, "let go of the bowl and just relax, you're way to tensed to bake now." He laid his chin on my shoulder and starting dancing slowly to the music in the distance.
I laid my head back and smiled. I'm lucky to have a boyfriend like him, I don't know what I would have done without him.
"Better?", he asked, causing me to nod.
"I'm just scared, because I don't wanna dissapoint everyone or make everything wrong", I sighed, taking the spoon again.
Gerard sighed out loud and walked over to the flour.
"What are you doing there?", I asked, narrowing my eyes, but he just took a hand full of flour and threw it at me.
"What the fuck, gerard!", I yelled, trying to wipe off the white powder.
"You need to calm down, Frank", gerard said, now throwing an egg at me.
"Then why are you throwing the ingredients at me?!", I yelled.
"Because I want you to calm down and I'll just stop when you calmed down, that's it", he said, throwing more floor at me.
"This sounds stupid!", I said, starting to become annoyed by gerard.
"Maybe", he mumbled, now throwing sugar at me.
The anger was building up in myself, causing me to grab the flour and threw as much as I could take at gerard.
"I don't wanna calm down!", I said, continuing to throw.
Gerard started to laugh and took the cacao to put the whole powder inside the bottle over my head.
We didn't care about what the kitchen may looked like or that we were wasting the ingredients for the cookies, no we just kept of throwing until I started laughing. His mouth also turned into a smile and I felt something relieving myself.
Then gerard came up to me and hugged me tight with all the chocolate and flour all over him.
"Gerard!", I yelled, "You're full of chocolate, don't hug me!"
"But I wanna hug you and i don't care", he said, letting go of me again.
Now his face was close to mine, smiling down at me. He gave me a small kiss on my nose, causing my cheeks to heat up.
"Ate you feeling better now?", he asked, raising his eyebrow at me.
"Much better", I said, smiling bright, "thanks for calming me down."
"You're welcome, that's what I'm there for, I love you", he said, grazing with his thumb over my cheek.
"I love you too", I answered.
An elf came inside the kitchen interrupting the silence.
"I'm sorry", Spencer mumbled, scratching the back of his neck, "I just wanted to ask if you guys still have - What have you guys done to the kitchen?"
"None of your business, we baked", gerard said, "what was your question?"
"If you guys have enough cinnamon for the cookies", he asked.
I started smiling bright, because I knew at that moment that I was right about the cinnamon, but gerard was just pressing his lips together.
"Yeah, we do", I answered, causing Spencer to disappear out of the room.
"I was right!", I yelled.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah... doesn't matter anyway, can we bake now?", gerard asked.
"Yes, babe", I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek, starting to put the cinnamon into the bowl...
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