Fandom One Shots Book Two

Natalie Manning x Chef!Friend!Reader

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Natalie opened her front door, exhaustion seeping into her bones. The door swung inwards, and she could hear the sounds of Owen and you laughing at something. She entered the kitchen, and different smells teased her, making her stomach grumble and notice just how hungry she was. You looked up at her, a smut of flour was on your left cheek. Owen was in a similar state, he had flour all of his hands, and streaks were on his cheeks as well. The kitchen was relatively clean, the dishwasher hummed in the background. The benches were mostly clean, there were some crumbs and smears of flour, chopped herbs that hadn't been fully collected lay in little piles on the counter. "Mom!" Owen clambered down off his step stool and raced over to his mother in the doorway. You turned and smiled at Natalie, waving a perforated spoon at her. Turning back to the fryer which was bubbling with oil, you moved the spoon through the oil and called over your shoulder. "Dinner will be ready in ten minutes." Natalie sighed, "I'm gonna go take a shower, okay buddy?" Owen nodded vigorously. Natalie dashed off, you pulled the last of the fish out of the fryer and on to the paper towels. You patted the fish to wipe off the excess oil, afterwards you dashed some salt over top.

As you were plating the fries, fish, and salad, you could hear Natalie rushing around upstairs getting ready. "Okay, Owen, wash your hands here okay?" He nodded and pulled his step stool to rest by the sink. He stood on it, and when he realised he couldn't quite reach, he looked at you expectantly with a wounded puppy expression you were sure his mother had taught him. You smiled and wiped your hands on the tea towel hanging by your apron strings. You lifted him up carefully and he pumped the soap and turned the tap on, washing his hands the way his mother had taught him. You placed him down on the stool again and handed him a tea towel on which to dry his hands.

You picked up the three plates, one in each hand, the third balanced on your arm. Owen led you to the dining table and scrambled up into his seat, which had a booster so he was level with the table. You placed a plate in front of him, "wait for mom, okay?" Owen nodded, you put the remaining two plates down. Turning back you went back into the kitchen to grab the cutlery and check that the fryer was turned off.

Natalie entered the kitchen, "smells delicious. Thank you for all of this, making dinner, looking after Owen." You smiled, "no worries, it was fun looking after Owen, besides he makes an amazing chef." Natalie laughed and walked with you to the dining table. You hand Owen, his small knife and fork before handing Natalie her own. Natalie sat beside Owen and you sat opposite. "I helped make dinner!" Owen told his mother excitedly. "Really? Well I bet it tastes amazing then. What did you make for dinner?" Owen wiggled at his mother's wide smile. "Fish and chips!" Natalie grinned. "With mixed vegetable salad." You added. "Sounds delicious, can we eat?" Natalie asked Owen who nodded with vigour. He dug in smearing the chips with tomato sauce and eating the fish with his fingers. You shared a smile with Natalie, "these chips are delicious, Y/N, what are they seasoned with?" You smiled at her, "salt, parsley and a hint of paprika." She nodded approvingly, "the fish was just seasoned with salt and pepper in the flour before it was fried." Natalie dipped a piece of fish into the tartare sauce and hummed at the taste.

After dinner, Natalie got Owen ready for bed while you cleaned the kitchen. "You didn't have to do that." You turned, "You've been working all day, and I've had the night off and spent the day with Owen. Besides, I was the one who destroyed your kitchen, only fair I clean it." Natalie scoffed, "I'll help." You tossed a dish cloth at her, she caught it quickly. "Nice catch." She grinned and the pair of you began to finish cleaning the kitchen.