HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY.||Bryan.~
Making cupcakes was great.Â
Will stood in front of the kitchen’s island silently, using a rubber spatula to frost one small cupcake with chocolate frosting. He knew Chris preferred chocolate, due to the one time that Will had chocolate (it had been months since the last time), and Chris was in his lap, grabbing for it. Elle on the other hand, didn’t like frosting at all, which was weird, because both Bryan and Will were practically addicted to the stuff. He continued frosting, a content smile crossing his lips as he did so. His twins were one. One. He never thought he’d make it this far without dropping one or something, to be honest. Will set the fully frosted cupcake down and gently pressed a candle in it, picking up the next and admiring it, turning it around in a 360 and nodding to himself, before setting it down next to the frosted one, then inserting another candle.Â
Bryan had been in the living room with the twins for most of the day, amusing himself by making them race from the fireplace to the sofa now that they could manage walking far enough without falling over. Thankfully, that had tired them out and they had fallen asleep on the floor. He'd fashioned a sort of sleeping next out of pillows for them so that they would be comfortable, and then decided to heard through to the kitchen to see what Will was doing. Creeping up behind his husband, he wrapped his arms around the other man's waist and rested his head on Will's shoulder. "Just what are you doing with those cupcakes, Mr. Ryan-Schuester?" He questions, an eyebrow raised slightly.
