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—Dad! Dad! — his daughter, Rosemary, shouted, grabbing Ethan by the pants and pulling him away from the ingredients he was mixing with his non-electric mixer.
Ethan turned his tired gaze towards his daughter, she extended her arms and in one of her hands she held a piece of paper with a drawing. — Look, Dad, I made a drawing of you and Daddy — she handed him the drawing and Ethan took it.
Rosey was only six years old, and Ethan was very proud to have been a part of that. But right now, Ethan was even more proud of how talented and artistic his daughter had turned out. When Rosey was five, he used to draw for her, and she would color his drawings.
Seeing his daughter improve her drawings every day filled him with pride, Ethan thought and told his husband, Leon Kennedy, "She will be a great architect."
Ethan examined the drawing and saw that it was a house, normal, with Leon and him, and what looked like a giant, round insect. —Honey, what... Who is he?— Ethan asked, very puzzled.
To which the girl let out a giggle — our new puppy! — she replied energetically.
Ethan closed his eyes and put his hand to his forehead. —Rosey, we already talked to your father about this. We're not getting a puppy.— His daughter's response was a tantrum; she threw herself to the floor and began to pretend to cry.
—Okay, Rosey, maybe when you're older we'll have a puppy— Ethan tried to calm her, at least until she forgot he'd ever made that promise. —You have to be very responsible to take care of a puppy— he told her, lecturing her by moving his finger up and down. Rosemary stopped pretending to cry and looked at him hopefully.
— I am!I am responsaa-aible— Rosey stumbled over the difficult word. It made Ethan feel very tender, and he simply nodded.
— Mhm, like your toys that are all over your bedroom floor, and you don't pick them up — he scolded the girl.
—But daddy!—pouted rosemary.
And with a “no, no, no” Ethan turned around and went to the refrigerator and hung his daughter's drawing on it with a magnet— I'll leave your beautiful drawing here, and when you grow up I'll keep my word…only if you put your toys away from your room and put them in your toy box.— Ethan turned around and noticed that his daughter's expression changed to a more radiant one.
— Okay, Daddy — said his daughter as she went to her room upstairs, which Ethan thought she was to pick up her toys.
Ethan went back to the kitchen.
he was making cookies with lemon frosting, beating eggs with sugar, melted butter, and lemon zest. he continued and switched utensils to a spatula.
He sifted the flour together with the baking powder and a pinch of salt. he added the dry ingredients to the wet ingredients, and with a spatula he mix them up until he got a dough.
It was 8:30 in the morning, a Saturday. This meant Leon was still in bed, resting. Or so Ethan thought.
he heared footsteps from the stairs. Ethan turns his head and sees Leon coming down the corner without a shirt and wearing his pajama pants.
Leon mumbled a "good morning," went straight to the refrigerator, grabbed the carton of milk, and drank it straight from the box. Ethan remarked, —How many times have I told you not to drink straight from the carton? You're making drools on it!— while waving his spatula. Leon looked at him as he continued drinking. —You're a...ugh— Ethan finally gave up.
Leon stopped drinking and wiped his mouth with his hand. He approached Ethan and hugged him from behind, placing his hands on his stomach. —What are you cooking?— he murmured over Ethan's shoulder. Leon rested his head on Ethan's shoulder.
— Lemon cookies — he replied curtly.
— Don’t be pouty— Leon began kissing Ethan on the neck, which made him melt like butter.
— No, I'm not. — Ethan turned his head and kissed Leon on the cheek.
—Are you thinking what I'm thinking?— Leon said flirtatiously as he leaned his body against Ethan. Ethan responded by punching Leon sharply in the right arm.
— No. Rosey's here, don't even think about it — he replied, a little annoyed.
Leon sighed and rested his head on Ethan's shoulder again. —You look nice today...—
To which Ethan replied with a "mhm" ignoring him.
Ethan put the spatula aside and began making little balls of dough on a tray.
Ethan moved to the other side of the kitchen and Leon followed him, leaning his body on top of Ethan's, still hugging him.
— Are you seriously going to be like this all morning? — Ethan asked sarcastically, to which Leon replied with a rhetorical “mhm”
Ethan was looking for the powdered sugar and the lemon. Once he had everything on hand, he mixed the two ingredients until they formed a semi-liquid batter and set it aside.
Ethan took the small balls of dough and flattened them on the baking tray. He bent down to place the tray in the oven, and Leon took advantage of the situation, pressing his pelvis against Ethan's rear end.—Seriously?— Ethan snorted, stood up, and closed the oven.
Ethan turned around, and Leon's hands were on his back. Leon kissed Ethan's lips, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss.
Ethan placed his hands on Leon's chest, continuing the kiss.
Ethan broke the kiss to separate and set the timer to take the cookies out of the oven in 25 minutes.
Leon pouted and looked at him, crossing his arms.
—Daddy!— Rosey's voice was heard coming down the stairs.
—My precious girl!—Leon said affectionately. Rosey ran towards Leon and jumped so he could catch her.
Ethan watched the scene smiling and with a happiness he hadn't felt in a long time.
—Daddy! I've already put my toys in my trunk!, puppy now puppy!— said the little girl.
Leon looked at his husband in surprise.
—That's not the whole deal, Rosey. When you grow up, you'll get a puppy— Ethan lectured.
—Why wait so long? You'll have a puppy tomorrow— said Leon, earning him an angry look from Ethan and a quiet "no."
Leon smiled at Rosey and said, —A golden retriever.— to which his daughter screamed with excitement, Ethan facepalmed.
After Leon took his daughter to the living room, Ethan stayed in the kitchen watching television. The cookies were ready after a while.
Leon approached, without Rosey who had stayed seated drawing on the floor. Ethan was already icing the cookies.
So Leon stole one and tasted it with a "mmm" at the first bite.
—Yes, I hope you like it because it'll be the only one you have until the doggy dies— Ethan said sternly. Leon threw up his hands in surprise.
—Rosey! Cookies!— Ethan shouted, placing them on a plate.