Oh Darling, Don't You Ever Grow Up
Title: Oh Darling, Don't You Ever Grow Up
Author: lsjcandy
Rating: T
Warnings: vague mention of intercourse
Summary: Bella bakes with her daughter
Thanks to: lilabut
It's really just a little drabble, 'cause I felt like writing fluff. The title, by the way, is inspired by Taylor Swift's Never Grow Up.
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“And then we add the sugar.”
Bella points to the sugar, which little Sarah grabs with both hands and pulls toward herself. With uttermost concentration, she pours it in into the big bowl with warm, soft butter.
Bella prepares the mixer, plugging it in. “Be careful with it, honey. If it’s too heavy for you, or your arms start to hurt, just say it and I’ll take over.”
Sarah agrees impatiently. Her fingers curl around the handle. She beams when she turns it on and the very familiar whirring and rattling noise sounds through the kitchen. After a minute, Sarah, reluctantly so, has to tell her mum that she needs to take over. Bella makes a show of telling Sarah how amazingly well she’s mixed it, making her forget that her mum has to finish up for her.
After unplugging the mixer, Sarah looks up to her mum expectantly, with big brown eyes. “And now?”
“Well, then we crack the eggs into the -- no, sweetie, not like tha--” Bella is interrupted by a loud crack and then a splat.
The egg missed the bowl by, say, a foot or two, and the slimy stuff has splattered all over the worktop. Again, the little girl looks up at her mum, this time eyes widened and lower lip stuck out, the face that lets her get away with nearly everything. “Sorry, mummy.”
She is shaking her head. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing.” She hands her daughter a moist dishcloth, smiling encouragingly. “But you know what to do.”
Bella really doesn’t mind cleaning up after her kids. It was Leah who suggested the kids learn to clean up. At her seventh birthday, when Sarah’s cake had fallen on the ground, Leah sent her to the kitchen with the mission to wet a dishcloth, wring it out and come back.
She nods, her curly black hair bouncing up and down. The girl takes the piece of fabric and starts rubbing the kitchen counter clean. Bella feels a warm feeling of pride in her chest as she watches her girl cleaning up, tongue stuck out in concentration. She still cannot believe it’s her daughter, the seven-year-old girl with Jacob’s smile, her eyes, an undying love for Hello Kitty and her auntie Leah, who’s growing up. Seven suddenly seems incredibly old.
Determined to do it right this time, Sarah grabs another egg. She refuses to accept help from her mother, if anything happens she’ll just clean it up and try again. She can do this, she can!
Fortunately, this time all of the egg ends up in the bowl. So do the other three. Bella and Sarah have fun picking little pieces of egg shell out of the mixture before they continue.
Then the flour is added, the mixture stirred by hand and put in the cups. While the cupcakes are in the oven, they make the dark blue frosting. Their hands somehow end up being blue, so they pretend to be smurfs until the cupcakes have cooled down.
Sarah watches with the greatest fascination how Bella squirts the frosting on the cupcakes, around the chocolate chip cookies they’ve carefully stuck into the muffins, forming little, twisted puffs. The last puff ends up on Sarah’s nose, who walks around with a blue nose for half an hour, trying to lick it off her nose.
Lastly, the Cookie Monster cupcakes are each decorated with two round pieces of white chocolate, with a dark, smaller piece of chocolate in the middle, forming the eyes of the Sesame Street monster.
Sarah spends the rest of the afternoon telling that she made those cupcakes to everyone who will listen -- four year-old Logan Black, her pink stuffed bears, Mr and Mrs Fluffipants, her white stuffed unicorn, Mr Sparkletoes, all her Barbie dolls and Whiskers and Minny, their cats.
That evening, Jacob eyes the blue cupcakes in amusement. “And there was no way you could refuse her?” he asks as he takes off his jacket and pulls Bella closer for a kiss.
After returning the kiss, she answers, “You couldn’t’ve said no either. She was doing the pouting thing with her lips, the trick she’s gotten from you.”
Bella knows Jacob doesn’t mind the cupcakes at all. It’s food, so it shall be eaten by the werewolf. But every person would feel like owing an explanation when their significant other is surprised by Cookie Monster cupcakes. (It’s certainly not as good as being surprised by Bella and whipped cream -- only Bella and whipped cream.)
“What pouting trick?” He sticks out his lower lip exactly the way his daughter did that afternoon.
“That one!” Bella says accusingly, poking at his full, lower lip, resisting the urge to kiss him again. “The one with which you can get nearly anything.”
“Not anything, really. Even my magic has its limits.”
“Oh really? Not that one time when you shamelessly pouted at the cashier!”
“I didn’t pout, and we weren’t in an official sexual relationship back then.”
“And how close to going steady were we, then?”
Jacob doesn’t really know how to answer. He can’t exactly tell when their friendship turned into a romance -- it just did.
“Well, close...” Jacob offers with a lopsided grin.
Bella giggles and pulls him in for another kiss. After a few moments of sweet, tender kisses, he pulls away and whispers, “Do you have any of that terribly delicious-looking frosting left?”
Bella is puzzled. “Yes, why?”
Jacob just grins at her in return.
The next morning, Jacob’s glad he doesn’t phase anymore, because the Pack would’ve literally died laughing at the sight of Bella’s blue nipples.
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If you find any mistakes, say it in your comment. I will not correct them because teh new LJ editing is a bitch and I'll be glad to have this posted without too much trouble.
Thanks for reading and bye-bye, à bientôt, tschüs, tah-tah and tot ziens!