𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘤𝘈𝘷𝘰𝘺

04 - [JM] Sweeting

S W E E T I N G
noun [swee-ting]

A sweet variety of apple.

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"Mama?" Your one year old girl waddled into the kitchen and held up her drinking glass as she grabbed onto the cupboards below the counter.

"Do you want more juice?" You walked over to the refrigerator and poured some freshly squeezed orange juice. You gave it to her and she smiled widely.

"[y/d/n] would you like to help me make something for daddy?" You asked and she nodded her head. You picked her up and put her onto her high-chair seat. You pushed it closer to the kitchen island then gathered the ingredients for an apple pie.

"Now sweetheart what are these?" You showed her two apples and she tilted her head.

"Apa!"

"Yes they're apples," You kissed her cheek, which made her laugh. You grabbed the jar of sugar and told her to close her eyes and open her mouth. You sprinkled a small amount of sugar in her mouth and she got excited.

"Tastes nice right?" You chuckled and she put her hand out for more. You shook your head.

*****

The kitchen was actually in a mess, with flour split over the counters and on your clothes and pie filling on your hands. At least your daughter was having fun.

You poured the filling over a layer of pastry set in the baking tin already then started slicing some apples for the top covering. You gave your daughter a slice, who then nimbled on it slowly.

"[y/d/n] likes the apple?" You asked after looking at her sucking on the slice of fruit with her slobber going everywhere. She raises the piece to you with a wide smile on her face.

CLICK!

Your ears perked up at the sound of the main door unlocking. Immediately, panic kicked in since there could only be one person entering intro your home right now and you didn't want them to know about what you're doing.

"Hey girls!" You hear a male's voice call out and you widened your eyes, scattering the slices of apple onto the pie filling in a decently near manner then almost throwing the pie tin into the oven.

"Hmm something smells lovely!"

You looked back to your daughter, who started to cheer and call out to her father after recognising his voice. You started to quieten her down but then he entered the kitchen with confusion written all over his face.

"What's going on here?" He smirked then raided an eyebrow, leaning on the door frame, after catching you in the act of shushing your baby girl.

"H-Hi Jamie, why don't you go and get ch-changed?" You walked over to him hurriedly then pushed him out of our room. He started to laugh then looked over your shoulder and waved at your daughter.

"Why are you covered in flour and-" He looked to your wrists and held them up to his face, "Is this apple sauce?"

You were smiled nervously, you didn't want to surprise to be ruined for him. James bent closer to you and took a sniff of your shirt, laughing.

"You smell like pie sweetheart," He said then licked the sauce off your wrists with mischief. You snatched your hands away from him and stuck your tongue out.

"Gross James!"

"Oh please, I practically do that to you every time I kiss you and it's right on your lips," He stated and then did the exact same thing over and over again. You started laugh from being ticklish when he poked your sides.

"Th-This is a surprise for you, pretend like you know nothing about to," You said breathlessly and he nodded his head with obedience.

"Hello Angel!" He walked over to your daughter, who raised her arms to indicate that she wanted her daddy to pick her up, "How are you doing, my love?"

James kissed her forcefully on the cheek then picked her up and placed her on his side. "So you made a pie for daddy?" He asked, "Now that's why you and mummy are my 'sweet'hearts!"

You laughed and shook your head, "Go relax so you can have your surprise dessert!"

*****

You asked him to shut his eyes. Your daughter sat in his lap on the dining table jumping up and down with excitement as you walked over with the straight-out-of-the-oven pie.

"Are you both ready?" You asked with a grin and they cheered on a 'Yes!'. You placed it on a mat then grabbed the knife sitting beside it.

"Ooh I can smell it [y/d/n]!" He expressed and licked his lips.

"Alright you can open your eyes!"

As soon as he did, he started to clap his hands with your daughter joining in. James sat up straight then bent closer to it, looking at the pple pie in awe. He grabbed a slice of glazed apple from top and ate half of it, giving the other half to your daughter after blowing on it a bit.

"[y/n/n] it looks brilliant! Why aren't you showering me with desserts more often?" He laughed and you smiled.

"If you like this, I'll make something every weekend," You said and he rubbed his hands together with excitement, loving the idea.

"Love, if you would bestow upon me a slice of your delicious apple pie so that I could feed myself and our young girl over here," He hugged onto his daughter then kissed her head.

You cut up a decently sized piece, James looked extremely hungry and he wouldn't hear a word about a proper meal after finding out about the dessert you were making.

He took a bit of the pie and stared at you with widened eyes. You bit your lip, "Is it good?"

"I don't know, [y/d/n] what do you think?" He broke off a small piece from the slice then popped it into your daughter's mouth. She sat silently for a moment, chewing and licking her lips then started pointing at her father's hand and looking at the piece of pie.

She started to attack the slice to break off another piece and James laughed. "Alright love, I'll help you," He said then fed her another bite, "I think she likes it!"

You smiled, "Yay [y/d/n], I'm so glad! But do you like it?"

"Of course I do! It's amazing, it tastes as good as it smells and looks and you'll have to keep the rest of the pie away from me so that I don't overeat," James told and you smiled brightly. He put out an arm, gesturing that he wanted to give you a hug so you walked over to him and wrapped your arm around his back.

"This is great, thank you," He said cheerfully and you picked him on the lips.

"Now would you like something to drink?"

"Oh yes please."

"Tea?"

"Tea."