Fandom One Shots Book Three

Peter Mills x EMT!Girlfriend

It was a slow shift at the firehouse, for which you were thankful, you were subbing in for Gabby who was off sick. Shay was bouncing a rubber ball off a wall and catching it. The rest of the firehouse was just as bored, Peter and the rest of Squad was busy sitting at their table, reading the newspaper or chucking M&Ms at each other's mouths. Mouch was watching television with Otis and Hermann. Casey and the rest of Truck were sitting at the long table playing poker. Shay was fiddling with her phone, Boden was doing paperwork.

You sat on a swivel chair, bored, you had finished all of your paperwork and had restocked the ambulance. Glancing at the clock you noted it was a few hours until dinner. Standing you moved over to the fridge and the locker were your shift stored your food. Peter entered the room, and he noticed that you had moved from where you had been reading. You stood staring at the food for a few moments. He looked over at the kitchen and saw you standing in front of the food. "What are you doing, Y/N?" This gained the attention of those playing poker. They looked over at you staring at the food. "I'm going to make dinner." You stated, this statement gained everybody else's attention. Hermann looked confused, "why?" Turning you huffed, everyone else looked over at him and Casey shook his head lightly giving Hermann a 'why are you questioning this' look. "Because, I'm hungry, because I want to and we should have a nice family dinner." Hermann waved his hands in a surrendering apology, "okay then." There was a pause before Mouch asked, "What you making?" You shrugged, "I'll know in a second." You Pointed your finger at the gathered group, "any food allergies?" they all shook their heads confused. "Okay, I'm going to go ask squad, then I'm going to make dinner." You stalked over to where squad was sitting. They were immersed in their various games. "Any one allergic to anything?" They all looked up at you in surprise. "Why?" Kelly asked, you turned to face him, he rolled backwards on his chair a little, slightly scared of the annoyed look on your face. "I'm bored, and hungry so I'm making a family dinner for everyone. So anyone have any allergies?" You raised your eyebrows. They all shook their heads. "Good. I'll call when its ready." You turned around and walked back to the kitchen, Peter was leaning against a wall watching your interaction.

Kelly looked over at Peter, "your girl is scary man." Peter nodded, "but dude, if you let her go, we'll all kill you." Peter nodded, "I'll keep that in mind." He followed you back to the kitchen. You had arrived from checking with Boden if he had any allergies. He leaned on the bench and leaned over the small divider between the kitchen bench and the one he was leaning on. "Need anything?" He asked as you began to pull the food out you needed. You up at him, then at the loudspeaker, he got your meaning and made it look like he zipped his lips. "Need any help with the food." You shook your head. "Nope." Peter grinned at you. "What are you making?" He asked. "Loin of venison with a balsamic vinegar and blackberry glaze, roasted cauliflower with turmeric and cumin, grilled carrots with lemon and dill, roast potatoes, pumpkin, and sweet potato with rosemary. Possibly a chocolate cake as well if I feel like it." Peter looked at you and his eyebrows at you. "My parents are chefs." You shrugged, he grinned. "Sounds delicious." You smiled sweetly at him. "Leave my kitchen." He chuckled. "I have a lot of work to do, and a punch of picky firefighters to feed." He laughed and leaned forwards, he kissed your cheek and went to join the new round of poker. Hermann walked over to you and was soundly removed from the kitchen. He leaned on the table, by Peter, "So, Mills, what are we going to have?" Peter opened his mouth to answer, "Don't answer that Peter! Or I wouldn't feed you!" Everyone looked over at you, you raised the chef's knife you were holding at the poker group. Peter raised hands, "sorry Hermann." He turned back to his game.

The smell of cumin and turmeric began to fill the air, along with salt and rosemary. The tantalising smell of roasting vegetables caused squad fill into the main area. Boden had also been teased from his office with the smells of lemon and dill from the carrots that were being grilled. You pulled the cauliflower out of the oven and turned them over so they would brown evenly. Soon it was ready, pulling everything out you began to place the trays on the bench ready to put the food into bowls. "Clear the table and get plates and cutlery please." You requested the firefighters. Boden stood, "I don't even care that you're ordering me around, this smells so delicious." You chuckled along with the firehouse. You shoved the cake you had made into the oven before putting the cooked food into bowls. Handing some bowls to Hermann, "put these on the table. No eating anything, that goes for you too Kelly." Kelly removed his fingers from the roast potato bowl. He shrugged, trying for innocence. Everyone sat at the table while you checked the timer for the cake. You pulled it out and set it out too cool before icing.

You sat down beside Mills, Boden was at the head of the table. "Thank you, Y/N, for making this amazing meal." You shrugged, "No worries, chief." Boden grinned, "As a thank you, we will do the dishes tonight. And Mills, if you let this girl go, we'll never forgive you." There were scattered groans at the mention of doing the dishes, and laughter. "So, I've been told." Peter nodded, lips pressed together in a small smile. You simply smiled. The firehouse raised their glasses in a toast to you, Chicago and the firehouse. You all began to dig into your meal. Sipping at your drink, you turned to face Peter. "What do you think?" He grinned at you. "I think, that you're an amazing chef." He leaned in and kissed you lightly, the sting of cumin mixed with rosemary was on his lips mixed with the dill and lemon on yours. You moved back to eat the rest of your meal, with knowing smiles thrown at you and Peter. He simply winked at you.