"𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓" - William Afton x reader

Chapter Six

As the two of you head downstairs, you remain silent as you wonder what William needs your help with.

You enter the kitchen to see numerous ingredients scattered across the granite island, as well as several pots and pans.

"Would you mind helping me?" he asks, walking towards the sink before turning around to look at you.

"Oh, sure," you respond, skimming your finger along the edge of the countertop as you approach him.

Grinning, William bends down and rummages through a cabinet before retrieving a lilac colored apron with light blue polka dots.

He looks in your eyes as he reaches over and hands it to you, then turns around to face the refrigerator.

"No apron for you?" you comment, struggling to tie the loops into a bow behind your back.

William smirks before walking over and placing his hands on your shoulders to turn you around before lifting the apron loops. He towers over you as he neatly ties a large bow on your lower back.

"No," he says, before you can thank him. "I don't make big messes."

You shoot him a look of slight offense, then turn back to the island and await his instruction.

As he fills up a large metal pot with water, you decide to go ahead and turn the stovetop on. He walks over to you and places the pot on a burner, then grabs a ceramic shaker and lightly salts the water before turning his attention back to you.

"Ever made spaghetti before?" he asks, waiting for the water to boil.

You think for just a moment before shaking your head.

"No," you admit, "but I do love it!"

He laughs a little before reaching over you towards the pasta box on the counter.

You move to the side slightly so he can take it, then watch as he opens the box and gently drops the noodles into the hot water.

"So..." you start, attempting to make conversation. "How old is Elizabeth?"

William grabs a wood cutting board by the sink before taking into his other hand a small basket of tomatoes off the island.

"Fourteen months," he answers, placing the board in front of him.

Without pausing, he turns around and extracts a large knife from the block on the counter and inspects it thoroughly before lightly running his thumb along the blunt edge. Satisfied, he turns back to the island.

You can't help but feel a little nervous as you watch him, and you hesitantly slide the cutting board closer to your side before gently touching his wrist.

A little taken aback, William lets you take the knife from his hand and hold it in yours.

Slightly shaking, you lift a tomato out of the basket and place it on the cutting board before carefully slicing into it.

His eyes are curious as he watches you nervously cut, and you hear a noise of concern escape his lips as you nearly slice your finger.

"Here..." he whispers, lifting his hand to lightly cover yours with his.

His large, warm hand rests on top of yours as he stables it, then guides the knife up and down slowly.

You feel your face grow hot as he touches you, and you subtly look up behind your shoulder to notice him blushing as well.

In a few minutes, all the tomatoes are cut and prepared.

William grabs several spices and seasonings before returning to place a large, blue mixing bowl in front of you.