Their Dinner, PG, The Middleman Fanfiction
Fandom/Pairing: The Middleman; MM/WW
Rating: PG
Distribution: Nowhere I've not posted it, please.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or the show, and I make no money writing them. Pure entertainment is the only intention.
Word Count: 200
Summary: Five times Wendy's mother had more to do with it than you'd think; their dinner.
Author's Note: This is the fourth (of five). The next part of this is Their Baby.
“Mom, are you sure I need four potatoes? This seems like too much,” she said into her cellphone. “No, there's nothing wrong with women who eat, and leftovers are great. I'm just trying to figure out this recipe so I don't have to call you every time I crave home cooking.”
She checked the oven and sighed silently. “No Mom, I like talking to you, and I don't think you're going to die soon. I just want to be able to cook for myself.”
She battered the onions and lowered them into the deep fryer. “What do you mean, four people? I told you it's just me! What am I supposed to do with all this?”
Wendy nearly burned her arm. “My boss?!”
One awkward phone call later, he arrived.
She slid the plates between their places and enjoyed his rather intimidated scan of the admittedly small table creaking with food.
“Spanish onion rings, Papas Rellenas, and coconut chicken,” she announced. “My mother believes in food.”
He insisted on cooking for her at HQ the next weekend, and it became tradition. Wendy eventually found out he couldn't resist her mac and cheese and Midan made a very seductive pot roast.