It’s currently around 11 pm and Nat and I are in the kitchen, wearing our sleeping clothes and giggling. We’re baking cookies because I was craving homemade cookies and Nat said she’d make me some. She’s currently looking for the flour and opening every drawer and cabinet. When she doesn’t find it, she turns to look at me. “I’m sorry baby, it seems like we’re out of flour…why are you smirking like this?” She comes closer and puts her hands on my knees, looking into my eyes. I just tap the cabinet behind my head and her eyes follow my hand. “Is the flour in there? Did you know the whole time and let me search the entire kitchen?” She makes eye contact and I nod and scrunch my nose a little. A smirk grows on her lips and she kisses my nose and shakes her head in disbelief. “Would you mind scooting over a little so I can get the flour?” “What do I get in return?” “Cookies.” I shake my head. “Not enough.” Nat thinks for a few seconds before she lovingly kisses my lips. “Better.” I nod with a smile and scoot aside so she can get the flour. She takes it and measures it before she puts it in the bowl with the rest of the ingredients. She stirs the batter and looks at it critically. I jump off the counter and hug her from behind, looking over her shoulder into the bowl. “Looks good.” She shakes her head while she’s in thoughts. “Something is missing…” I look at the dough again and kiss the side of her neck softly and whisper: “Chocolate chips?” “That’s it! I knew there was something I forgot.” Before she has to open every cabinet again, I go to the one where the sweets are in and hand her the chocolate chips. She pours them into the bowl and mixes them with the dough while I get the baking tray ready. We form little balls and put them on the tray. We put the cookies in the oven and I kneel down to watch the cookies bake. The smell of cookies starts to fill the kitchen and when Nat pulls me up to stand and dance with here while we wait, I happily follow. We slowly sway to the music she put on and gaze into each other’s eyes, completely lost in the moment. After two more songs, we slowly let go of each other and Nat kisses me gently but still passionately. I return the kiss the same way and love the feeling of her lips on mine. When we need air, we pull away and rest our foreheads against each other, before we get the cookies out of the oven.
They look amazing and I get excited, jumping up and down a little. Nat has to hold me back before I pick one up from the hot tray. She puts the cookies on a plate so they can cool off. Time is forgotten and we spend the night sitting on the sofa, eating fresh cookies, drinking milk and talking about random things. I start to get tired and lean into Nat even more than I already am. My words start to get slurry and my eyelids are heavy. The last thing I feel and hear is Nat kissing my cheek and wishing me a good night before I happily drift off to sleep.
© Daria Lehmann 2022-08-09