𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 || ᴺᵃʳᵘᵗᵒ ᴼⁿᵉˢʰᵒᵗˢ ⁽ᵗᵉᵐᵖᵒʳᵃʳⁱˡʸ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉᵈ⁾

029 | 𝙲~𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚎

     The date was your anniversary. It's been a good seven years since the two of you have been together. To be honest, you never thought you two would make it until seven years, considering C's perfectionist self. 

     You had your second round of coughing fit, the cloud of flour was to blame for. Once it disappeared, the counter was finally visible for you. Flour was littered all over the marble counter, the stick of butter was still out in the open, you swiftly took it and placed it right where it belongs. However, something felt wrong, you quickly grabbed the recipe book and scanned over what it said and what was needed for the velvet cake. 

     Three cups of cake flour, one teaspoon of baking soda, two tablespoons of unsweetened natural cocoa powder, half a teaspoon of salt, half a cup of unsalted butter, already softened to room temperature, one cup of canola or vegetable oil...

     It soon clicked, sugar, you needed sugar, two cups to be exact. Your eyes went all over the kitchen,  trying to locate where the ingredient is. Once your memory reminded you of where it is you frowned, gradually looking up to the highest shelf of the cabinet. Making your way toward the flat length of wood attached that formed a piece of furniture, eyes trained on the bag of sugar on top. Looking around the kitchen, your eyes were searching for a stool for you to utilize. You soon exhaled loudly in defeat when you couldn't spot one. Reaching on your toes, desperate for the sugar, footsteps became audible for you. At first, you thought it was your pet dog that has abnormally grown out of his baby size from the past years, though, this was proven wrong when a voice of a young man spoke.

     "What are you doing?" it asked. C. 

     "Reaching for a bag of sugar, for, personal reasons..." you stated firmly, your voice became lower at the end of your sentence.

     "'Personal reasons'?" he mocked, chuckling as he watched you hopelessly reaching for the top shelf.

     "Shut up, C." you scolded your boyfriend, turning his chuckle more audible as it echoed through the kitchen.

     "Need help, shortie?" he made his way toward you yet quickly realized that he made a mistake, that is calling you shortie. You were not short, you're just a good five feet, while he's a good, five feet and six inches.

     "Why do you always call me that?!" your voice raised slightly as you jumped off the ground still attempting to reach the bag of sweet crystalline substance obtained from sugar cane. 

     "Sorry, I meant do you need help, (Y/n)?" he corrected his sentence before he got caught in your death glare.

     You went back onto your feet, your toes aching before you came back to your original position, jumping up and down like a kangaroo. "How dare you insult the vertically challenged?!" you exclaimed, this cracked him up for sure.

     "All right then, I'll be upstairs if you need me." he made his exit from the kitchen and went to your shared room. 

     For a good fifteen minutes, you spent it all on trying to grab the sugar. You then went back to your feet, toes aching, crying for you to seek assistance, walking back to the recipe book you quickly read the recipe and list of ingredients again to make sure you didn't waste your time on one ingredient. Continuing on reading, searching for an alternative, you came out with nothing. Letting out a sigh of defeat, you went up to your boyfriend, who was in the living room all the time, watching you suffer.

     "Please, help meee..." your arms snaked the man's neck from behind as you whined cutely. A coat of red washed over his face, specifically his cheeks and your adorable attitude was to blame for it.

     "Fine, fine, told you you'll need my help," he replied, putting down the book he was reading before he got diverted by your cuteness and inability to reach things that were out of your reach. He got up and went to the kitchen as you followed behind him.

     "Here." with his hand he reached out towards the bag of sweetness and handed it over to you, before having his lips brushing your own.

     "Thanks, C." you thanked your boyfriend as you then went back to your cooking station and finally continued on with the cooking itself.

     "What are you making?" he asked, you felt his sturdy arms looping around your tiny waist as he rested his chin on the crook of your neck. Tingling sensations were soon caused by his hair that touched your neck.

     "Velvet cake. You know, I vowed not telling you about this today, but, this happened." you smiled, turning to him as you planted a soft peck on his cheek.

     "I ruined the surprise now, didn't I?" he questioned, laughing a little.

     "Yes, you did," you answered as you poured the cake batter onto the pan you've prepped earlier.

     "Well, I guess I should say this now then," he continued, you turned around in his arms to face him, curiosity floating around in those beautiful eyes of yours.

     "Say what?" you inquired, your hands reaching up to his shoulders then to cupping his cheeks.

     "Happy anniversary, (Y/n)," he said, leaning in to press his forehead against yours.

     "Happy anniversary too, C." you replied before placing a kiss on his lips. 

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