*June 1982*
(Y/N) and Andy make a mess while baking cookies for Andy's album launch.
(Y/N)'s POV:
Tomorrow Andy has a launch party for his new album Red Velvet at our house. This means, he wants me to make my famous chocolate chip cookies. Since it's sort of a bigger party, I have to make 5 dozen. That also means today I am in the kitchen almost all day making cookies.
Andy went and picked up the decorations for the party while I got the dough ready for the cookies.
I got my baking sheets ready, along with the dough. I chilled the dough so the cookies didn't spread as much. I turned the AC on full blast to chill the house so the oven didn't warm the house up too much.
While the dough was in the fridge, I made myself something to drink which was a glass of iced tea. I went and sat outside with Sam for a while till my timer went off.
Sam rolled around and played while I sipped my iced tea. I went and checked on the garden and we finally had some baby tomatoes popping out.
I heard my timer go off so I headed inside. I left Sam outside so he didn't get in the way.
I got the bowl out of the fridge and started rolling the dough into balls.
I turned the radio on so it wasn't deathly quite in the house.
I put the first batch of cookies in and set my timer.
Around this time, Andy came home.
"Darling I'm home!" Andy said happily.
I went to greet him at the door.
"Hi love," I said while grabbing some of the bags he had.
"You already baking?" Andy asked while sniffing the air.
My chocolate chip cookies were his favorite so I know I have to make extra in addition to the 5 dozen.
"Yes I am love. I am also making extra so you can be a taste tester," I said smirking as we unloaded the bags.
"Ooooh that'll be my snack today," Andy said heading to the kitchen.
I followed quickly behind because my timer would be going off soon for the first batch.
I caught Andy steal cookie dough.
"Hey hey hey loveeeeee," I said with a groan.
"What?" Andy said acting shocked.
"Stop it," I said grabbing his wrists.
"You can't make me," Andy said giving his hair a flip.
"You are too much," I said letting go of his wrists.
He makes a dash for the living room but I couldn't follow because I had to get the next batch in the oven.
I carefully placed all the baked cookies on my parchment paper so they can cool down. I felt two arms wrap around me. Of course, it was Andy but his hands were covered in flour and left prints all over me. Did I mention I was wearing black today?
"Love really?" I said half annoyed.
"Payback," Andy said all sassily.
I sighed and just finished up the batch I needed to put in the oven.
"I was just playing with you," Andy said a bit concerned.
"I know but I was doing something sort of important," I said a bit upset.
Yes, I love Andy but this wasn't the time for fun and games when I have to make 5 dozen cookies. No relationship is perfect.
"I'm sorry darling," Andy said as he tried cleaning the flour off my shirt for me.
He just made it worse.
"I'm just going to go change my shirt instead. I'll be back down in a few," I said beyond fustrated.
Andy's eyes got sad as I left the kitchen. He knew at times like this to keep his distance .
I went upstairs to change into an oversized shirt that I picked up in Hermosa and just lied down for a second. I just sighed and tried to release my irriation.
I heard Andy's footsteps coming up the stairs. I quickly faced the other way.
He lightly knocked on the door.
"Um, darling I'm sorry for messing up your baking routine," he said slowly coming over to the bed.
I just stayed quiet.
" I know your upset and you are probably mad at me," Andy said sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I'm just frustrated because you picked the wrong time to have fun,"
I replied quietly.
"I'm sorry darling. I really am," Andy said rubbing my leg.
He got up from the edge of the couch to hug me while I was laying down.
"Let's go finish making the cookies. I won't mess it up," Andy whispered in my ear.
I got up hesitantly and we finished making cookies, despite what had happened.
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