Mason’s the first to break down and we burst out laughing.
Jace shakes his head. “Alec’s going to kill us.”
“Forget Alec,” Mase snorts, “this cake is going to be eighty percent flour.”
We all look over at the bowl of cake batter and realise half the flour thrown has ended up in the bowl.
“It’ll just be extra fluffy.” I cringe at Mav’s words and shake my head.
“That’s not how it works, Mav,” I tell him.
“Hey!” Maverick interrupts, like he’s just remembered something. “How the hell did you do that?”
I look around before realising he’s talking to me. “How’d I do what?” I ask confused.
“You vaulted over the counter like it was nothing,” Maverick says, incredulously. Oh. That.
Jace and Mason turn, waiting for my words.
I shrug, like it’s no big deal. “A friend of mine showed me it’s always good to take the most unexpected exit. Where’s the dust pan?” I change the subject, feeling uncomfortable on the conversation.
“I’ve got it, Ro,” Jace tells me, gently. He pulls it out from under the sink.
Maverick and Mason exchange one of those telepathic twin looks. I choose to ignore it.
“Do you guys wanna help me fix this?” I ask them, pulling the bowl of mixture in front of me.
“What do you need to do?” Maverick asks, peering in the bowl.
“Well because of all the added flour, we’re going to need to add a bit more of everything else to even it out,” I explain, tipping in a little more milk and Jace adds butter.
“More sugar!” The twins say in unison.
We manage to get the cake fixed and the kitchen clean before the others come home. Well…most of it.
“Why is there flour on the fridge?” Alec questions, setting the groceries on the bench. Oops.
I grab the kitchen cloth and wipe the flour we must’ve missed off the fridge.
“Things can get a little messy sometimes,” I say lightly. “By the way, you’re out of flour.”
Mav snorts in the background.
Alec pulls two bags of flour out of one of the grocery bags. He chuckles at my confusion.
“Jace texted me,” he informs me.
Luc puts several more bags on the bench before coming to stand in front of me.
“You’ve got a little…” Luc gently rubs the flour off my cheek before pressing a kiss there.
“Thanks, Luci.” I smile. He puts his arms around me. I relax into him as he leans his head on my shoulder.
“You soooo owe me for that,” he murmurs lowly in my ear.
“That bad?” I wince, feeling bad for putting him in that position.
“I don’t get it. They clearly like each other. Why can’t they just accept it instead of moping and tip toeing around each other?” Luc grumbles.
