Don't forget me

Eggs and Flour

I clear my throat awkwardly, breaking away from Blake and attempting to diffuse the awkward tension that has risen as a result of Tyler's seemingly innocent question. My mind bubbles at his words and I can't help but hold my breath for Blake's answer. However, I know this is far from realistic and so instead attempt to direct Tyler's attention away from the conversation at hand,

"You ready to head home Ty?" I ask, my question is met with a sad frown and Tyler takes a second before replying,

"Only if Blake comes too." I smile at his obliviousness to the matchmaker skills he seems to have acquired. Sometimes I question if Tyler is actually Kia's brother, the two alike in that way.

"Blake probably has to head home now Ty, but maybe another time?" I answer, standing to leave, but I'm surprised as Blake does the same.

"Actually, I mean if you don't mind, I'm free all day and I'll just be bored at home by myself." Blake says quietly and Tyler's little face breaks out into a full-blown grin as he grasps onto Blake's hand and guides him down the path in the direction of home. I watch as Blake turns his head to face me, but I only laugh as Tyler continues to pull him forward and Blake's face contorts to feign fear of the child dragging him along.

When we finally arrive back at the house, I can tell Tyler is moments away from crashing on the sofa. I pass him a capri sun and he settles with the intention of watching Cinderella for the millionth time.

"Come on." I whisper to Blake and I pull him through to kitchen as Tyler begins to nod off to sleep.

"How good of a cook are you?" I ask randomly, Blake looks at me confused but answers anyway,

"I mean I can make a pretty mean beans on toast." He boasts proudly but I chuckle at his idea of cooking.

"OK well have you ever baked a cake," Blake starts to speak but I cut him off quickly, "Not from a box but from scratch?" He stills at this before shaking his head in defeat.

"Well Woods, today we're going to make the best cake you've ever tasted." I laugh and begin to assemble the ingredients.

"Back to the last name, are we?" He asks jokingly as I feel a set of hands land on my waist. I giggle at his touch, ticklish as his fingers wander beneath my top and onto my bare skin.

"Stop being a horny teenage boy and give me a hand." I tell him, pushing his hands away but giving him a chaste kiss as I notice the slightly dejected look on his face.

I don't know what I expected from Blake's baking skills, but it certainly wasn't what I was seeing.

"Blake you can't just crack the egg in your hand." I'm laughing uncontrollably as Blake holds a broken egg in one hand, whilst attempting to stop it escaping through his fingers with the other. Egg white begins to seep through the cracks and onto the floor and Blake rushes to the sink, dumping the remaining egg into it.

"How else do you crack an egg?" He exclaims and I show him slowly how to crack an egg without getting it everywhere. Blake watches closely but I still fear that he will be covered head to toe by the time we've finished this cake so instead assign him, a hopefully easier, task.

"Grab the flour out and weigh two hundred and fifty grams on the scales." I set back to breaking eggs and adding them to a bowl when Blake suddenly cries,

"Well shit."

I turn to see what he's managed to do this time and instead find a floury looking Blake peering at the empty flour bag in his hand.

"I didn't realise it would come out that fast." He gasps, I decide to wind Blake up a little so I shoot him the most pissed off look that I can feign and instantly the guilt is clear across Blake's face.