Song of the Heart (Khun x Bam) On Hiatus

Cinnamon Roll

A/N: have some nice vintage songs about autumn

What makes pastries so yummy? Is it the luscious saccharine compounds of sugar? Or the velvety smooth white cream whipped to sweet perfection? Or maybe chocolate withs its dark rich coating of dark brown that stirred a hyperactive reaction for children? A sugar rush.

Well, the little Viole does not know any of that. What he knows is that the pastries that his mother baked always tasted good. It didn't matter whether it was a simple small bread or a grand chocolate cake. One thing was for sure, he loved everything.

"Mommy, what are you baking?" Came the excited shrill in his voice from inside the loving room. Having just arrived from school with his father, he couldn't help but look forward to every late afternoon, the taste of heaven itself, cinnamon rolls.

The amber-eyed boy climbing up to sit on the chair, his head just a few ways short before having to be lifted by his father first to put one of those little chairs on top to give him more height. It was hilarious for the couple, too see their little boy's disappointed face everytime he sat on the chair.

"Oh Viole." His mother's giggle was music to the other two inside the room. Arlene, his mother not only had a penchant for baking delicious goodies, her voice was heaven-sent. "You already know what this is, honey. You always eat all of it before your poor father gets a chance to change."

"But mommmyyyy... ish so delishous. I can't help itttt." Immediately grabbing one as he popped it into his mouth, his slightly long hair that reached pass his shoulders flowing freely.

"Of course it is. Mommy's the best baker in the world." Out came the voice of his father who also had long hair. The three of them seemed to have a thing for long hair.

Viole was never bothered about it. He liked having to run his cute little fingers on his hands, combing it when he had nothing to do. "How was your first day at school, dear? Made any new friends?"

The question made the child stop eating and gave his mother his brightest beam. "There were lots of them! They were so friendly and kind. There was this boy too, he was very loud, calling us turtles and calling himself the leader. I like him! He says he has a pet al.. alligotor? I don't know what that animal is. Is it like a cat or a dog mommy?"

"You mean an alligator, Viole?" There was shock in her voice before she waved it off merely as a child's fascination. "Well, as long as he doesn't hurt or do anything bad, you can be friends with him. Remember, stay away from mean kids okay? They'll only bring trouble to our wittle baby, isn't that right dear? C'mere!" Arlene rained kisses on his son's face, much to her own amusement and her husband's but to Viole's embarrassed blush on his face.

"Wahhh, mommy, 'am not a baby anymore okay? I'm an adult just like you!" Viole grumbled, a pout in his face and his arms foldes but he didn't resist any of the kisses. His father merely laughing at the two before joining in and pulled them to an embrace.

"You two really are mother and son. Viole, mommy here likes kisses too, why don't you give her some?" Arlene laughed when she was raided with the the both of them. The dining room now filled with an abundance of familial happiness.

"Oh and mommy, I saw blueberry too! He didn't have anyone around hin at luch so I sat with him. I think we're friends now!" He turned his head to pick another piece of the baked goods.

"Blueberry?" His father asked, slowly snaking an arm to the table to snag a piece. His child wouldn't allow him another more so he was left to cry and be depressed about it.

One isn't enough.

It never has and never will.

"Do you mean Aguero? Edahn's son?" The black haired man triumphed, mananging to steal one roll. "The boy's different from his father alright.
But I'm glad you're friends wirh him. He's a good bye, Viole." Ruffling his hair so that his bangs would cover his eyes, he downed the whole thing.