Darling (Danny Phantom exe Fanfic)

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It had been three months since Danny and I began dating, and I couldn't be happier. He was, without a doubt, the best boyfriend I could have imagined. His thoughtfulness and adorable gestures never ceased to amaze me. Today, we had planned a fun baking session at my place.

"Danny, you get the ingredients, and I'll take care of the dishes," I said as I headed to the kitchen.

"Aye, aye, Captain!" he responded with an exaggerated salute.

I giggled. "How old are you really?"

"Eighteen! I'm eighteen," he replied, setting the ingredients on the table with a flourish.

"Then why do you act like a child?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't act! It just comes naturally," he said, pretending to channel some mystical energy.

I laughed. "Yeah, yeah! Now tell me, dry or wet ingredients?"

"I'll take the wet ingredients," he said, grabbing them with mock seriousness.

"Okie dokie," I replied, turning my attention to the dry ingredients and mixing them.

As the cake baked, we took a break, chatting and joking around. Danny's playful antics kept me laughing, and his company felt so right. The smell of the cake filled the kitchen, a sweet promise of the delicious treat to come.

When the cake was finally done, we let it cool before starting the decorating process. "Time for some icing!" Danny sang in a whimsical tone, as if he were the star of a cooking show.

I rolled my eyes with a smile and began applying the icing. Meanwhile, Danny seized the opportunity to grab the whipping cream and playfully sprayed some into his mouth. His face was now covered in a snowy mountain of cream. I burst into laughter.

"Don't move," I instructed, placing a cherry on top of his whipped cream mountain. I snapped a few pictures, delighted with the result. "Perfect!"

Danny enjoyed the whipped cream, savoring it with childlike glee. "Whipping cream tastes good," he said, taking another bite.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm raising a child," I teased, narrowing my eyes at him.

He stuck out his tongue and grinned. "I'll take that as a compliment," he replied, chuckling.

After the cake was decorated, I carried it to where Danny was sitting in the living room. "Time to eat!" I announced, my voice high with excitement.

"Wow! It looks amazing. We did a fantastic job," he said proudly, examining the cake.

I placed it on the table and eagerly asked, "Now, who's going to cut it?"

"Me," he declared with a dramatic flair, taking the knife and slicing the cake into pieces.

"Now give me some!" I said, reaching for a piece.

"Nope! It's my cake," he said, teasingly moving the cake out of my reach.

I glared at him playfully. "I helped with this, too, so it's not all yours."

"Still, you're not getting any," he said, enjoying another bite.

"Please!" I pouted, putting on my best begging face.

"No," he shook his head, taking another piece with a smirk.

"Okay," I said, standing up and heading towards my bedroom in mock frustration.

Danny followed me, his footsteps light and hesitant. He stood in the doorway, looking at me with concern. "Ashley—"

"No," I interrupted, shaking my head.

He crouched down to my level, his eyes soft. "I was just joking."

"And I don't like when people joke about desserts," I said, not meeting his gaze.

He sighed deeply. "You can have the cake. I'll leave it here."

"No, eat all you want. I don't want it anymore," I said, still fuming but feeling a pang of regret.

He sighed again, his expression tender. "I have to go somewhere now, so I'm leaving the cake here." He gently placed the cake on my lap and kissed my forehead. "Please eat it."

I looked up at him, my resolve melting as his kindness and concern touched me deeply. He gave me a warm smile before leaving, and I found myself alone with the cake. I scolded myself, "Why did I get so worked up over a cake?" Glancing at the dessert, I admitted, "Well, he ate some, right? I can have the rest." And with that, I indulged in the entire cake, feeling a mix of sweetness and satisfaction.

Later, I was sprawled on my bed, scrolling through my phone and waiting anxiously for a call or message. "Come on, Danny, call me!" I pleaded with the empty room. Since yesterday's cake drama, Danny hadn't called, and I was too nervous to reach out first. My anxiety was eating me alive.

Finally, my phone dinged. I nearly jumped off the bed as I checked the notification. It was a message from Danny: 'Come outside.' I quickly brushed my hair, checked my appearance in the mirror, and headed out.

Danny was waiting for me by his car, looking relaxed and ready for our next adventure. "Hey," he greeted, his eyes sparkling.

I bit my lip and approached him, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. "I'm sorry for yesterday. I was being unreasonable."

He shook his head and pulled me into a warm embrace. "It's okay. I understand."

"Now let's go," he said, gently leading me to his car.

"Where are we going?" I asked, slipping into the passenger seat.

"You'll find out when we get there," he said with a mischievous grin as he started the engine.

I groaned. "You know I don't like surprises."

"I know, but that's part of the fun," he chuckled, his eyes twinkling with anticipation.

After a half-hour drive, we arrived at our destination. Danny parked the car and opened my door with a flourish. I stepped out and gasped in surprise.

"Amusement park?" I asked, my eyes widening in disbelief.

"Yep, let's have some fun today!" Danny said, his excitement contagious. He grabbed my hand and led me into the park.

The park was alive with lights and sounds, a magical spectacle that seemed to mirror my feelings. We spent the evening riding roller coasters, playing games, and indulging in cotton candy. Each moment was filled with laughter and joy, and I felt a deep sense of gratitude for Danny's thoughtfulness.