Day 3 Treat
For Choices RCD Appreciation Week 2022
(Matt Rodriguez x Addison Sinclaire) I know in RCD these two are only friends, but I always want them together, LOL.
Prompt: "What is that smell?" "It was supposed to be gingerbread cookies, now it's just a pile of coal."
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Baking Woes
"Addison!" Matt coughed as he rushed through the smoked filled house. "Where are you?!"
A tearful wail drew him to the kitchen.
He coughed some more as he made his way towards her. His worry grew when he saw her slumped across the kitchen counter.
"Addison?" Matt tried to pick her up.
Tear filled blue eyes lifted toward him.
"Are you hurt?" He held her tight as he quickly scanned her for any visible injuries.
"No." She yelled to be heard over the smoke alarms screeching their warnings.
"There's a fire somewhere!" He yelled back. "We have to get out of here!"
"I put it out!" She struggled out of his arms to open up the kitchen windows.
Matt watched her in disbelief as she fanned the smoke with a badly singed cooking magazine.
It wasn't long before the smoke alarms shut off.
"Is that what was burning?" Matt asked, pointing at what was left of the magazine.
"What?" She looked down at the item she swore would help make their first Christmas as a couple special. "It wasn't the only thing on fire."
Matt's eyes widened as he took in the disaster that had struck his once pristine kitchen. Mixing bowls were littered all over the table and bar. Egg shells were scattered along the counters, dripping egg whites down the cabinets. Flour was strewn about the floor and sink. Measuring cups held the residues of mysterious liquids.
Addison herself appeared to have taken part in a battle. Her shiny blonde hair was nearly white with flour dustings. Strands had escaped her messy bun to hang lopsided along the tips of her ears and the back of her neck. Smudges of egg and brown goo were dotted all over her red apron and green leggings. He knew she'd donned a white t-shirt earlier. He wasn't certain what color it would be after it was thoroughly washed.
Whatever she'd fought in here had beaten her.
And that aroma...
"What is that smell?" He asked.
Addison slumped once more upon a clean spot on the kitchen counter.
"It was supposed to be gingerbread cookies, now it's just a pile of coal."
"Gingerbread cookies?" Matt couldn't believe a cookie could do this much damage in so little time.
He looked about and saw a tray with blackened, oddly shaped objects.
"I ruined them." She sniffed as tears began to fall. "I ruined everything!"
The one thing Matt couldn't take in life was seeing Addison's tears.
He pulled her in his arms, ignoring the squish of whatever she'd spilled on herself and the feel of cold liquid seeping through his clean dress shirt.
Matt pressed a kiss to the top of her head as she cried against his chest. He left his head bent too long in her flour coated hair and ended up sneezing multiple times.
"Oh no!" Addison wailed louder than before. "Now I've made you sick!" She wiped her eyes with the back of her hands. "Christmas is ruined!"
"No, it isn't!" Matt tilted her face up, gently wiping the stray tears that continued to fall. "You're here, right?"
He kissed her forehead.
She nodded while reaching for a paper towel to wipe her nose.
"And I'm here." He pressed another soft kiss to her cheek.
She mumbled an agreement.
"Then it sounds like the perfect Christmas to me." He gave her a tender kiss.
Addison slipped her arms around his neck, sighing when he ended the sweet exchange.
"This is why I love you, Matt." She snuggled within his arms. "You always point out the good things when bad things happen."
He smiled while holding her close.
"It's easy whenever you're around."
She looked up at him. Her typical bright smile appeared once more.
"There's my sunshine girl." He mumbled against her lips. "I was worried she disappeared in the smoke."
She giggled, shaking her head over such a nickname. Her attention was then drawn to the man-made disaster she'd created.
She'd been so sure she would end up being a wonderful baker.
Boy was I wrong, she thought to herself.
"I'm sorry I destroyed your kitchen." Her bottom lip began to quiver as new tears filled her eyes.
"It's no big deal." Matt tugged her back in his arms.
He leaned his head down until he was eye level with her when she began to sniff.
"Addison, I don't care if this kitchen has to be demolished and I have to start all over again with contractors."
"I don't think it's that bad." She mumbled.
He grinned. "I know that and now you do too."
"Okay." She looked up at him. "Now what do we do?"
"I say we leave this room and pretend it doesn't exist for a while."
"Matt!" She giggled even harder as he took her hand and made a dramatic show of sneaking out of the kitchen.
"There!" He playfully wiped his brow. "We made it."
"What am I going to do with you?" Addison asked.
She wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning close to kiss his lips.
"I definitely love where your head is at right now." He said between kisses.
He lifted her up, smiling against her lips when she wrapped her legs around his waist.
"I have to make it up to you somehow." She kissed down his neck. "Not only did I destroy your kitchen--"
"The room that shall not be named." He corrected.
She laughed in the midst of his kiss.
"Not only did I destroy the room that shall not be named, I also ruined our treats for tonight."
"Hmm. That is a problem." Matt pretended to ponder this. "There's only one way to fix this."
"And what's that?" Addison asked.
He placed her on the couch then covered her body with his.
"You'll have to be my treat tonight." Matt replied.
