I shake it off and open the fridge, looking for the eggs. I frown when I open the carton.
"Hey, guys. Is this all the eggs we have?" I question.
Alec comes over and peeks in. "Must be. I'll run down to the store and get another carton."
"I have enough to get started," I tell him. "It's just the second layer I'll need more for."
"It's fine," he tells me. "We need milk and a few other things anyway. Does anyone need anything?" Alec asks and theguys yell out a few non essentials that I could see Alec 'forgetting' by the look on his face. I'm pretty sure he's the only reason they eat as healthy as they do.
"I'll go with you," Dominic offers. Alec's face drops before he covers his reaction and reluctantly nods.
When they're both not looking, I mouth at Luc to go with them. He looks confused for a moment as to why before it hits him and he nods in agreeance.
Jace seems to realise what I'm doing. "Take Luc with you. Just in case you run into trouble." He sneaks a glance at me quickly. "You're all armed?"
The three of them nod. Luc being armed…that doesn't surprise me after what he’s told me. Dominic and Alec though, hell yeah.
Maybe I shouldn’t have suggested that. Should Luc really be leaving the house? I push away that lingering fear. Luc can hold his own.
Dom’s car keys jingle as he pulls them off the hook by the door. He and Alec leave via the garage door off the living room.
Alec turns and mouths 'thank you' to me. Shit, I'm not supposed to be getting in the middle of this. I'm letting my own feelings get mixed up.
The twins, Jace and I get started on the cake. It takes a while to find everything on account of none of us actually knowing where anything is kept.
I instruct the twins on how much flour and milk before turning to get the vanilla extract out of the cupboard.
The second my back’s turned, it’s like a war breaks out.
“Mason!” Maverick barks. I swivel around and struggle to keep my laughter contained.
Maverick iscoveredin flour. Mason’s standing on the other side of the bench wide eyed with Jace. He’s thrown the bag of flour to Mav, not realising Jace had opened it.
“Oops.” Mase winces. Once Mav gets over his shock, he grabs a handful of flour and throws it at Mase. Clearly having anticipated this reaction, Mase ducks.
Flour hits me straight in the face. I jerk back, knocking something off the shelf. Fuuuck, it even went down my shirt!
“Oh shit.” Maverick’s eyes widen.
I lift a hand and wipe as much flour as I can off my face. Jace, Mason and Maverick wait for my reaction with huge eyes.
I calmly walk over and take the bag from Maverick’s hands. The room’s completely silent. I hold the bag in my hands and stare at Maverick. I see an apology on his lips but before I can stop it, a smirk grows on my face. His eyebrows burrow.
Before he can react, I reach in and pull out a handful of flour, pegging it at him.
Maverick gawks at me, coughing when he accidentally inhales some of it. His hair’s white, and he shakes like a dog in an attempt to get it out.
“This. Means. War.” Maverick promises me through a wicked grin.
“Flour fight!” Jace cheers, snatching the bag from my hands. He grabs a handful before it gets ripped from his hands by Mase.
I duck behind the counter as flour flies above me. I crawl around the side until I see Mase’s feet. He looks downdistractedly. Grinning, I pop up, yanking the bag from his hands. I squeeze the bottom of the bag and flour flies up into Mase’s face.
His hands reach out to grab me but I’m already propelling myself over the bench. There’s a twinge of pain from the pulling on my ribs. I smirk at Mase’s surprised face.
Jace reaches into the stolen bag and throws a handful back at Maverick in retaliation, snapping the twins out of their shock.
We go back and forth until the bag is empty and we’re allcoveredin flour. We’re breathing heavily. I look down at my clothes before the rest of the kitchen. Oh god, there’s floureverywhere.
