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That was why Y/n was banned from the kitchen last time. The counters were covered in some gooey mess, the floors in flour and sugar, milk was burning on the stove, and an empty pot was on in the back corner. God, it was such a mess. Y/n was such a mess. And when Mariska walked in with her children in tow, Y/n knew she was fucked.

Mariska stopped when she saw the degree of the kitchen, eyes widening as she took it all in, before looking up and spying her embarrassed looking wife. Both women stared at each other, as their oldest giggled, before heading up to their room. "I'm sorry!" Y/n blurted out, giving a sigh as she looked around at the mess.

Mariska sends the kids off, toeing off her shoes as she puts her purse down. "First, turn the pans off." She says softly, Y/n jumping up, immediately turns the pans off and pulls them away.

"Why don't you go take a shower and-"

"No, I made the mess, I can clean it up." Mariska gives a small smile, wiping her wife's flour covered lips away, before pecking them.

"Okay, first, get the broom and get everything from the edges, before vacuuming it up, and then mobbing. I'll get started on this... gooey stuff, and together, we can do dishes, okay?" Y/n gives a nod, quickly washing her face before starting on the floor. It doesn't take long, and even though she uses one too many mop pads, she gets it done. Mariska is done with her part first, of course getting started on the dishes after, so Y/n can quickly head into the shower after.

"What do you want for dinner?"

"Italian, please?" Y/n asks, her wife giving her a nod, before pecking her lips.

It takes a while to get everything off her, but the shower feels good, and just as she steps out, the doorbell rings. It takes a few minutes for her to dress, then does something with her hair, before coming down to eat, which, thankfully her wife knows what she likes.

The family ends up cuddled up on the couch, talking about their errand running schedule, and the cuss word Mariska drops when a driver cuts her off, which Y/n smirks at. After dinner, they watch tv, Mariska pecking her wife's lips over and over, letting her know that even after the oopise in the kitchen, she still loves her.