[Warehouse 13: Drabble] "Two Waffles" [Myka/H.G., G]
Title: Two Waffles
Prompt: writerverse challenge #09 weekly quick fic #6, prompt ‘my two moms’
Word Count: 242
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Warehouse 13
Pairings: Myka Bering/H.G. Wells
Setting: sequel to Baby Daddy
Summary: “So, who gets the little one?”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Two Waffles
“Hmm, I can see your problem,” said Pete, looking seriously between the two plates sitting side-by-side on the counter. Both waffles were golden brown, crisp at the edges but promising fluffy-warm interiors, but one was clearly lopsided, missing several squares of its grid-pattern on one side. “So, who gets the little one?”
Four-year-old Danielle looked at the waffles just as seriously. “Mum,” she said, firmly. “We can give her more bacon to make it fair. Mom likes fruit on hers.”
“Excellent point,” said Pete, grinning.
She grinned back. “Thanks, Dad!”
“And what is going on in here?” asked a voice from the kitchen doorway.
Danielle whirled, nearly spilling the bowl of sliced strawberries. “Mom!”
Myka smiled at them. “You’re making us breakfast.”
“It’s waffles,” said Danielle. “And it was supposed to be a surprise.”
“I’m more surprised that you cooked without making a complete mess out of the kitchen,” her mother replied. “You are a very good influence on your dad, Danni.”
“Hey!” Pete protested, but Danielle grinned, “Thanks, Mom!”
“And your mother is still asleep,” Myka added. “So why don’t I help you carry these? Dad can carry mine and I’ll carry Mum’s, okay?”
“Okay!” their daughter agreed. “I’ll open the door!”
“Good save, Myks,” said Pete, as she skipped away. “I wasn’t sure how I was gonna get her to let me carry both plates up the stairs. And happy Mother’s Day, by the way.”
Myka smiled at him. “Thanks.”
THE END
Current Mood:
busy
Prompt: writerverse challenge #09 weekly quick fic #6, prompt ‘my two moms’
Word Count: 242
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Warehouse 13
Pairings: Myka Bering/H.G. Wells
Setting: sequel to Baby Daddy
Summary: “So, who gets the little one?”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Two Waffles
“Hmm, I can see your problem,” said Pete, looking seriously between the two plates sitting side-by-side on the counter. Both waffles were golden brown, crisp at the edges but promising fluffy-warm interiors, but one was clearly lopsided, missing several squares of its grid-pattern on one side. “So, who gets the little one?”
Four-year-old Danielle looked at the waffles just as seriously. “Mum,” she said, firmly. “We can give her more bacon to make it fair. Mom likes fruit on hers.”
“Excellent point,” said Pete, grinning.
She grinned back. “Thanks, Dad!”
“And what is going on in here?” asked a voice from the kitchen doorway.
Danielle whirled, nearly spilling the bowl of sliced strawberries. “Mom!”
Myka smiled at them. “You’re making us breakfast.”
“It’s waffles,” said Danielle. “And it was supposed to be a surprise.”
“I’m more surprised that you cooked without making a complete mess out of the kitchen,” her mother replied. “You are a very good influence on your dad, Danni.”
“Hey!” Pete protested, but Danielle grinned, “Thanks, Mom!”
“And your mother is still asleep,” Myka added. “So why don’t I help you carry these? Dad can carry mine and I’ll carry Mum’s, okay?”
“Okay!” their daughter agreed. “I’ll open the door!”
“Good save, Myks,” said Pete, as she skipped away. “I wasn’t sure how I was gonna get her to let me carry both plates up the stairs. And happy Mother’s Day, by the way.”
Myka smiled at him. “Thanks.”
THE END
Current Mood:
busy