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Title: How to be a Domestic God(ess)
Author: Carmexgirl
Rating: G
Summary: Matt tries to bake a Valentine’s cake for Mohinder. Molly helps.
A/N: I know it's 5 days early but... M3 Valentine fluff - woohoo!
“No, you have to sieve the flour first! You can’t just throw it in cos the cake won’t rise. They told us at school - it even says it here in the recipe, sieve the flour. Look, right here in black and white.” Molly pointed a page in the tattered and rather greasy recipe book.
“Ok, ok I get it,” said Matt, laughing at Molly’s insistent expression. “We’ll sieve it if it makes you happy.” He scrabbled around desperately looking for a sieve, unable to find one anywhere in the small kitchen. He eventually found a metal colander, and studied it intensely for a second before concluding that it was just a sieve with bigger holes, and proceeded to pour the flour into it, waggling it back and forth before all the flour run out, which it inevitably did, all over the floor. Molly did not look impressed.
“Daaaddd” she said, her tone indicating perfectly just how unimpressed she was. “That’s not a sieve. The flour’s going everywhere.”
“It’s the best we can do. Come on, we have three hours before your dad’s due home, and I want to make sure at least one thing we’ve made this afternoon is edible.”
His eyes skimmed over the devastation in the kitchen. There were chocolate chips all over the floor, cocoa powder covering one worktop, flour and sugar covering the other. Melted margarine was slowly spreading towards the sink, which was heaving with a whole manner of dirty pots and pans.
Matt had always been the sweet, ‘surprise’ type of guy, but on Valentines Day he liked to make a special effort. He’d bring home bunches of roses for Janice, take her out for a fancy meal and buy her small, meaningless presents just to show he cared. One time, she had come home to a bed sprinkled with rose petals, candles everywhere, and the heady smell of incense in the air. He’d sprung out on her ready for a romantic surpired, but only succeeding in scaring her. He then spent the rest of the evening listening about how they were supposed to clean up, and what a waste of money it all was, especially when he knew they were struggling. If truth were told, he was a hopeless romantic - ‘hopeless’ being the operative word. All of those good intentions seemed to come to nothing - not just with Janice, but with every other woman he had dated. There was never any warm embrace, a thank you, a little shedding of tears, a hug and a whispered ‘I love you.’ None of that. Just a sigh at best, and at worst, downright hostility and mistrust.
This is why he wanted to make this Valentine’s Day with Mohinder different. It was his first Valentine’s Day with him, first one with a guy period, and like many times during this relationship, he felt a little out of his depth. He didn’t know how to handle it. He didn’t know what Mohinder was expecting. Hell, Mohinder didn’t even understand the concept of Valentine’s Day, and even if he did, he’d think it was some sort of cynical commercial ploy to get the momentarily stupid to part with lots of hard-earned cash. He was probably right, but that didn’t stop Matt. He wanted to do something simple, something heartfelt and home-made, to show his appreciation and his love. Nothing fancy - he didn’t want to scare the pants off him (or maybe he did…but not while Molly was around). He’d hit on the idea of baking a cake, but had stumbled when he realised he a) could burn water, and b) had as much chance of following a recipe as a five year old. Which is why he had enlisted an eight year old to help him, the same eight year old who was currently nagging at him to make a Bain Marie so she could melt some chocolate.
“What’s a ‘Bain Marie?”
Molly rolled her eyes in mock disbelief. “It’s a basin over another one with hot water in. It’s so you can melt the chocolate.”
“Oh yeah. Of course it is.” He chuckled, making a ‘duuhh!’ face at her.
“Daaaddd stop being silly!” Molly was chuckling too. “We have to get this done so ‘at least one thing we’ve made this afternoon will be edible.’”
Matt laughed at her very passable impression of him. “Hey, don’t mock your father young lady. You’re not too old to be sent to your room.”
“Nuh uhhh! Who’s going to help you make the cake?”
“Touche.” He said, and they both giggled. “Right. Cake. What’s next?”
The third cake was the best. Not the first one, when Matt kept obsessively checking it, opening the oven every five minutes until the cake point blank refused to rise. Not the second one, when they’d forgotten the egg and the cake had welded itself onto the tin, clinging on for grim death. The third one had everything in it that was supposed to be there, looked a bit more like a cake than the others, and seemed to be cooked all the way through. It was getting near the time when Mohinder would be home, so Matt and Molly set about decorating it with what was left of their ingredients.
“We put the chocolate chips on the top, and then put some icing on it with a nice message…Dad!” Molly looked disapprovingly at her father, who stood there, head tilted back, squirting the icing from the piping bag into his mouth,
“Mmmggnnrrhh?” He mumbled.
“We’re not going to have enough left if you keep eating it!”
Matt swallowed the icing, and looked at Molly. “What’s that on your face? Is that melted chocolate?” Molly put her hand up to wipe the evidence away from her face. “Do we have enough chocolate chips for the top, or has somebody eaten them all?”
The finished cake was placed, or plopped rather, on the cleanest plate they could find, and the two of them were in the process of cleaning up the kitchen when they heard the familiar click of the door latch.
Mohinder walked down the hallway, looking rather dishevelled, but holding a bunch of roses. He walked into the kitchen, and immediately began; “I don’t really understand this St Valentines tradition, but I thought you might want me to do something, and all the other men were buying flowers so I thought I’d buy you….”
He stopped mid sentence as his eyes focussed carnage that had once passed for his kitchen.
A film of grey covered every surface.. The sink was piled high with dishes, glass bowls filled with a brown liquid, pans, spatulas, plates and no doubt a whole host of other dirty crockery that he couldn’t make out. On the worktop lay his best cake tin, covered in a thick black coating which probably no mortal man could remove. The worktops were covered in water, a little grease, a curious brown mixture, and various items of cutlery. Amongst it all stood two bedraggled figures, both with cloths in hand. Molly had something all over her face and down the front of her jumper, and her hair, which Mohinder had lovingly put into a ponytail that very morning, was now falling about her face in tangled knots. Matt looked equally scruffy. The strange grey film that covered the kitchen had also gotten into his hair, giving it a peculiar grey tinge. His clothes were covered in the same substance as Molly, only he also had a lighter brown stain down his front. They both stood there together, looking like two extras from a Charles Dickens novel, with big cheesy grins on their faces.
“I baked you a cake!” Said Matt, the smile just about fitting on his face.
Molly beamed like a proud mother.
“You baked me a cake?” Mohinder was in shock.
“I helped” said Molly.
“Happy Valentine’s Day honey!”
“You baked me a cake.” Mohinder looked at Molly, then at Matt. He looked down at the brown lump that passed for the cake, covered in little dimples where chocolate chips had once been but had long since been picked off. He managed to pick the words “Happy Valent” in amongst the mess; someone had evidently eaten the icing before realising there wasn’t enough left for the letters. Either that or they were really, really bad at spelling. His eyes pricked with tears, and he dropped the bunch of flowers he was holding to walk over to Molly and draw her into a big hug, planting affectionate kisses her face. “Thank you darling” he said. He then put her down, and strode over to Matthew. A single tear fell down his cheek, and he pulled him into a hug. “Thank you” he whispered into his ear, before finding his mouth in a deep kiss. They parted slightly. “I love you” Mohinder whispered into his lips, before kissing him again.
“Ewwww guys!” Molly said, wrinkling her nose at the very-familiar-but-still-really-icky sight of her two dads making out. “I’ll be in my room, with the TV on” she said as she walked towards her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. “And I want a piece of that cake.”
Fin
Author: Carmexgirl
Rating: G
Summary: Matt tries to bake a Valentine’s cake for Mohinder. Molly helps.
A/N: I know it's 5 days early but... M3 Valentine fluff - woohoo!
“No, you have to sieve the flour first! You can’t just throw it in cos the cake won’t rise. They told us at school - it even says it here in the recipe, sieve the flour. Look, right here in black and white.” Molly pointed a page in the tattered and rather greasy recipe book.
“Ok, ok I get it,” said Matt, laughing at Molly’s insistent expression. “We’ll sieve it if it makes you happy.” He scrabbled around desperately looking for a sieve, unable to find one anywhere in the small kitchen. He eventually found a metal colander, and studied it intensely for a second before concluding that it was just a sieve with bigger holes, and proceeded to pour the flour into it, waggling it back and forth before all the flour run out, which it inevitably did, all over the floor. Molly did not look impressed.
“Daaaddd” she said, her tone indicating perfectly just how unimpressed she was. “That’s not a sieve. The flour’s going everywhere.”
“It’s the best we can do. Come on, we have three hours before your dad’s due home, and I want to make sure at least one thing we’ve made this afternoon is edible.”
His eyes skimmed over the devastation in the kitchen. There were chocolate chips all over the floor, cocoa powder covering one worktop, flour and sugar covering the other. Melted margarine was slowly spreading towards the sink, which was heaving with a whole manner of dirty pots and pans.
Matt had always been the sweet, ‘surprise’ type of guy, but on Valentines Day he liked to make a special effort. He’d bring home bunches of roses for Janice, take her out for a fancy meal and buy her small, meaningless presents just to show he cared. One time, she had come home to a bed sprinkled with rose petals, candles everywhere, and the heady smell of incense in the air. He’d sprung out on her ready for a romantic surpired, but only succeeding in scaring her. He then spent the rest of the evening listening about how they were supposed to clean up, and what a waste of money it all was, especially when he knew they were struggling. If truth were told, he was a hopeless romantic - ‘hopeless’ being the operative word. All of those good intentions seemed to come to nothing - not just with Janice, but with every other woman he had dated. There was never any warm embrace, a thank you, a little shedding of tears, a hug and a whispered ‘I love you.’ None of that. Just a sigh at best, and at worst, downright hostility and mistrust.
This is why he wanted to make this Valentine’s Day with Mohinder different. It was his first Valentine’s Day with him, first one with a guy period, and like many times during this relationship, he felt a little out of his depth. He didn’t know how to handle it. He didn’t know what Mohinder was expecting. Hell, Mohinder didn’t even understand the concept of Valentine’s Day, and even if he did, he’d think it was some sort of cynical commercial ploy to get the momentarily stupid to part with lots of hard-earned cash. He was probably right, but that didn’t stop Matt. He wanted to do something simple, something heartfelt and home-made, to show his appreciation and his love. Nothing fancy - he didn’t want to scare the pants off him (or maybe he did…but not while Molly was around). He’d hit on the idea of baking a cake, but had stumbled when he realised he a) could burn water, and b) had as much chance of following a recipe as a five year old. Which is why he had enlisted an eight year old to help him, the same eight year old who was currently nagging at him to make a Bain Marie so she could melt some chocolate.
“What’s a ‘Bain Marie?”
Molly rolled her eyes in mock disbelief. “It’s a basin over another one with hot water in. It’s so you can melt the chocolate.”
“Oh yeah. Of course it is.” He chuckled, making a ‘duuhh!’ face at her.
“Daaaddd stop being silly!” Molly was chuckling too. “We have to get this done so ‘at least one thing we’ve made this afternoon will be edible.’”
Matt laughed at her very passable impression of him. “Hey, don’t mock your father young lady. You’re not too old to be sent to your room.”
“Nuh uhhh! Who’s going to help you make the cake?”
“Touche.” He said, and they both giggled. “Right. Cake. What’s next?”
The third cake was the best. Not the first one, when Matt kept obsessively checking it, opening the oven every five minutes until the cake point blank refused to rise. Not the second one, when they’d forgotten the egg and the cake had welded itself onto the tin, clinging on for grim death. The third one had everything in it that was supposed to be there, looked a bit more like a cake than the others, and seemed to be cooked all the way through. It was getting near the time when Mohinder would be home, so Matt and Molly set about decorating it with what was left of their ingredients.
“We put the chocolate chips on the top, and then put some icing on it with a nice message…Dad!” Molly looked disapprovingly at her father, who stood there, head tilted back, squirting the icing from the piping bag into his mouth,
“Mmmggnnrrhh?” He mumbled.
“We’re not going to have enough left if you keep eating it!”
Matt swallowed the icing, and looked at Molly. “What’s that on your face? Is that melted chocolate?” Molly put her hand up to wipe the evidence away from her face. “Do we have enough chocolate chips for the top, or has somebody eaten them all?”
The finished cake was placed, or plopped rather, on the cleanest plate they could find, and the two of them were in the process of cleaning up the kitchen when they heard the familiar click of the door latch.
Mohinder walked down the hallway, looking rather dishevelled, but holding a bunch of roses. He walked into the kitchen, and immediately began; “I don’t really understand this St Valentines tradition, but I thought you might want me to do something, and all the other men were buying flowers so I thought I’d buy you….”
He stopped mid sentence as his eyes focussed carnage that had once passed for his kitchen.
A film of grey covered every surface.. The sink was piled high with dishes, glass bowls filled with a brown liquid, pans, spatulas, plates and no doubt a whole host of other dirty crockery that he couldn’t make out. On the worktop lay his best cake tin, covered in a thick black coating which probably no mortal man could remove. The worktops were covered in water, a little grease, a curious brown mixture, and various items of cutlery. Amongst it all stood two bedraggled figures, both with cloths in hand. Molly had something all over her face and down the front of her jumper, and her hair, which Mohinder had lovingly put into a ponytail that very morning, was now falling about her face in tangled knots. Matt looked equally scruffy. The strange grey film that covered the kitchen had also gotten into his hair, giving it a peculiar grey tinge. His clothes were covered in the same substance as Molly, only he also had a lighter brown stain down his front. They both stood there together, looking like two extras from a Charles Dickens novel, with big cheesy grins on their faces.
“I baked you a cake!” Said Matt, the smile just about fitting on his face.
Molly beamed like a proud mother.
“You baked me a cake?” Mohinder was in shock.
“I helped” said Molly.
“Happy Valentine’s Day honey!”
“You baked me a cake.” Mohinder looked at Molly, then at Matt. He looked down at the brown lump that passed for the cake, covered in little dimples where chocolate chips had once been but had long since been picked off. He managed to pick the words “Happy Valent” in amongst the mess; someone had evidently eaten the icing before realising there wasn’t enough left for the letters. Either that or they were really, really bad at spelling. His eyes pricked with tears, and he dropped the bunch of flowers he was holding to walk over to Molly and draw her into a big hug, planting affectionate kisses her face. “Thank you darling” he said. He then put her down, and strode over to Matthew. A single tear fell down his cheek, and he pulled him into a hug. “Thank you” he whispered into his ear, before finding his mouth in a deep kiss. They parted slightly. “I love you” Mohinder whispered into his lips, before kissing him again.
“Ewwww guys!” Molly said, wrinkling her nose at the very-familiar-but-still-really-icky sight of her two dads making out. “I’ll be in my room, with the TV on” she said as she walked towards her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. “And I want a piece of that cake.”
Fin