Domestic Bliss (Dustin Bates)

Christmas Cookies

"Okay, Dustie," you started, setting the last ingredient out. "The sugar cookie dough is already ready and chilling in the fridge. We can do those soon. We just need to get the chocolate chip ones done." He nodded with a look of determination on his face. You couldn't help but smile at how sweet he looked.

The two of you began to whisk up the dough, though Dustin was unentertained for a few moments. He started to play with the flour that had fallen to the counter and not into the dough. He managed to get the flour onto his finger before smearing it onto your nose. You shook your head at his antics before finishing the dough and putting them on the stone sheet. You put the bowl in the sink before grabbing a handful of flour, tossing it at Dustin and surprising him. 

"Oh, no, you didn't," he gasped, picking up the powdered sugar. He threw a large handful of sugar at you, getting it in your hair. You threw back a handful of flour, squealing and giggling. Soon, he ran out of sugar and grabbed and egg. 

"Dustin! No! Don't do it!" You shouted, though he ignored your pleas, grabbing you around the waist with one arm and cracking the egg over your head with the other hand. You gasped as you felt the egg yoke dripping down your face, hearing his giggles over your reaction. "Dustin!" 

"Gotcha," he whispered in your ear. You grinned, grabbing an egg from the counter and crashing it over his head. 

"Gotcha," you giggled. He smiled down at you, connecting your lips. "We have made such a mess," you said, looking around. He shrugged. 

"Oh, well." He smirked down at you, winking. Ernie barked, causing your attention to shift. The poor baby was also covered in powdered sugar and flour from the fight. The two of you giggled, staying in each other's arms. 

"We need to get those cookies out and clean up." You moved from his arms, though he pulled you right back in. He kissed your lips firmly, letting you melt in his arms. 

"I love you." He smiled down at you lovingly. 

"I love you, too," you rested your head against his chest, enjoying his presence. You didn't want to move, but the smell of the cookies pulled you apart. 

After cleaning up, the three of you sat on the couch, watching Home Alone and munching on the cookies you had spent the day making, under the lights of the TV and the Christmas tree, adorned with ornaments that reflected light and both of your personalities, happy to be home together.