The Bad Boy Is My Baby's Daddy (BoyxBoy) (MPreg)

Chapter Thirty-Six

The Bad Boy Is My Baby's Daddy

April 4th 2013

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Chapter Thirty-Six - Terrance Archibald

''Damn it.'' I muttered, glaring down at the offending egg. I have been cracking eggs for over half an hour, trying to not get any of the outer shell into the cake batter, but as my luck would have it, I have been getting more shell in then I have been getting the actual needed part of the egg.

Baking a cake was easier said then done, especially for a non-cooking-baking-type of person like myself. I just had to be so damn adamant about baking Cloud a cake instead of just purchasing one from the local grocery store like a normal non-top-chef.

''How's the cake coming along?'' Wind asked, leaning against the door frame of the entrance to the kitchen.

''Horrible.''

''I'm sure it can't be that bad,'' Wind was assuring while entering the kitchen and gazed down at the bowl of lumpy brown goop. ''Alright, it looks terrible.''

''You're no help at all!''

''What you want me to lie and tell you it looks absolutely delicious and call dibs on licking out the bowl?''

''...It would make me feel better if you did.''

Wind blinked, his ice blue eyes peering down at me before he grimaced, looking back down at the bowl and blanched. ''Nope, I can't do it, sorry Terrance, but it looks like someone took a shit in that poor cooking bowl.''

I sighed, running a floury hand through my hair. ''I know. Do you know anything about baking?''

He snorted, giving me a disbelieving look. ''Hell no, I don't know a damn thing. Does it look like the place I was kept prison in gave private cooking lessons?''

''No need to be sarcastic,'' I muttered with a roll of my eyes. ''What about Starr or your mom do they know how to bake?''

''If you count adding in their own special ingredient.''

''Which is?''

''Weed,'' He deadpanned. ''They'll turn the cake into a weed cake.''

''So they can bake?''

''They can get baked.'' Wind mused.

''Wind! Can they or can they not bake?''

''They can bake.''

''Thank god, maybe this cake won't be doomed after all.'' I said with a relieved sigh.

''I'll go gather my mom and Starr and send them in here to help you out.'' Wind told me before departing the room and I smiled before it turned into a frown. I was suppose to make Cloud this cake on my own, not have any help.

''Why the long face? Shouldn't you be smiling stupidly over the fact that your baby daddy will be out of the hospital?'' Carmen asked entering the kitchen with a packet of balloons in hand and a blue one in between her lips half blown.

''I am!'' I protested, causing her to raise an eyebrow at my snappish tone which caused me to sigh and rub my forehead. ''Sorry, I am, it's just I wanted to bake Cloud a cake without help but I can't bake worth shit, or even make simple cake batter.''

''Ah...'' She said, seeming to understand my dilemma. ''Well, bake the cake on your own, Terrance.''

''Did you not just hear, I can't! I will taste awful and look awful!''

''So? It's the thought that matters right?'' I opened my mouth to snap at her but paused, leaving my mouth open before blinking at Carmen who smirked and nodded her head. Glancing down at the cake batter, I gave a small smile, I'd obviously throw this batch out and start fresh and hopefully, it will turn out better this time round.