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       It's been a month since your 'depressing' experience, and you've been doing a lot better, along with your mom.

As of today, you had your apartment all to yourself. And for the past hour, you've been doing nothing but trying to make pecan pie. Your and your moms favorite.

            "Alright, now to get all the ingredients." You say to yourself, scrolling the page down on the computer to see.

           "Three eggs, umm- brown sugar..." You stick your tongue out as you think, something you always did.

             "Only if I would had brought my phone."

          You gasp lightly as you turn around to the sudden voice behind you. There stood, your boyfriend, Raphael, a smirk picking at his lips.

            You smiled, "Hello to you too."

          He greeted you by wrapping his arms around you waist, and kissed you ok your forehead. You always smiling to this.

           "What's cookin'?" He asks, his arms still secured around you.

         You turn around in his arms, your back now facing him- you toward the bowl in front of you, and sighed. "Attempting to make pecan pie. Wanna help?"

           With a chuckle and a nod, Raphael realized his grip and walked over, leaning against the counter. "Sure. Though, what's first?"

          "To put all these ingredients into a bowl. Oh! Wait! No, to get the crust ready." You race around the kitchen, the oven already set, and grab your pie pan.

            You take your already homemade crust- made about an hour ago- and place it into the pan. You pitch the edges of the side of it, forming the crust better.

            "Um...babe?"

     You turn around to face Raphael, looking at him curiously. You couldn't see what he was doing since you were facing his back side.

           "I think- well- I don't...I can't crack this egg damn it!"

        You were taken back by his sudden out burst, but walk over next to him.
           "Relax, let me show you."

         You pour the shredded egg shell and yoke out of the bowl, gripping an egg in your hands. With a simple tap, the center cracked, you then cracking the egg perfectly into the bowl.

         "See?" You start, rinsing off your fingers after throwing the remains out. "Easy."

            "Yeah, if you're a chef!" He puffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

         You rolled your eyes, a smile on your face, and stood in front of him.

           You stood up on your tippy toes to meet your lips to his, wrapping your arms around his neck.

             "It's just an egg, Raphie. Not the end of the world."

           He only sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist to pick you up onto the counter.
           "Yeah, just an egg. I'm a ninja and I can't even crack one."

         You giggled, "Hush ya big baby."

        He rolled his eyes in a playful manor, kissing you passionately. You felt your heart flutter in delight, your skin pricked with goosebumps. You loved the way he made you feel. Heck, he loved the way you make him feel.

       The way he can never stay angry at you, or anything. You always seemed to know how to pull him out of that stage. He loved that. And you did too.

          You were the first to pull away, hopping off the counter to add some more ingredients.

        After about twenty minutes of stirring and preparing, you showed Raphael how to pour the mixture perfectly into the pan with pie crust.

       He nailed it!

        "Look at that! You did it. Now, aren't you proud?" You ask, putting the top layer of crust.

           "I guess, but now you're acting like I just learned how to walk or somethin'." He chuckled, watching you do so.

         You laugh lightly to yourself as you put the pan into the oven, brushing off your hands when done. You set the timer for an hour, then link your hand in Raphaels, pulling him over to the couch.

         He sat down next to you, "Movie time?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

        "Got that right." You smiled as you turn on Netflix, leaning into his warmth.

      After watching (y/f/m), the oven beeped. The sweet scent of freshly cooked pie filled the entire apartment with satisfaction. You saw Raphael lick his lips, hurrying off to the kitchen.

      With a chuckle, you stand up, turning off the tv to go and join him in the kitchen.

             "Smells amazing!" He said, getting out two small plates and forks.

        You nodded, taking the pie out of the oven and turning it off.

        Leaning over, you smelt the pie. Your eyes closing with pure delight and the re-opened, only to skip over and take out a pie knife.

        As you cut you and Raphael a slice, you realized you forgot something.

           "Oh, wait!" You yell, stoping Raphael from taking a bite. He looks at you confused as you dig through the fridge.

         "Ha! I found some!" You call out, victoriously. He smiled at your reaction and watched you put the missing ingredient, whipped cream, on top of yours and Raphaels.

           "First bite of ever trying anything like this is..." He takes his bite, you anxiously watching to see if he liked it.

        His eyes widen as he swallows, looking at you with a huge grin.
        "Holy shit! This is amazing!" He yells, making you laugh as you take a bite also.

        "Thanks!" You smile as you had an idea.

         While he was busy cutting himself another slice, you grabbed the whipped cream, holding it behind your back.

          "Ya know, it's a tradition that every good cook in the house gets a kiss. And since I did a good job..."

        He turned to face you, a wide smile plastered onto his face, and walked over to you.

         "Don't have to tell me twice." He chuckled.

         He wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning down. Now was your chance.

      Before his lips met yours, you sprayed half of the whipped cream onto his face.

         "Gottcha!" You yell. Raphaels removes his hands and backs up, surprised as ever.

        Once you saw his whipped cream covered face, you died of laughter. You were laughing so hard you began to cry.

           "Oh so you think that's funny, huh?"

     Before you knew it, Raphael pinned you in against him and sprayed the whipped cream all over your face and in your hair.
       You squealed as you tried to get away, but his grip was to tight.

         "Raphael Hamoto!" You yelled, now being able to get out of his grasp.

        You heard him start to laugh, you couldn't see from the whipped cream, but you could only join him.

       You two were laughing and spraying each other with whipped cream for the rest of the day. Luckily, before your mom got home, you both managed to clean up everything.

        Later that night, you two said your goodbyes and kiss goodnight then rolled off to bed.
         That was a fun day for you.

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    Hoped you guys enjoyed!! I've really been in the cooking mood lately, guess its from work, lol.
      Sorry if there is grammar errors. It's one a clock in the morning and boy am I tired. Haha, well goodnight y'all.
    Comment below what you think!

    Bye!