Gingerbread Houses - E. Johnson
You’ve come to the conclusion that a gingerbread house competition was a very bad idea, a terrible one really. EJ and yourself were much too competitive for this to go over well. When you saw the kits at the grocery store you figured it would be a decent way to kill sometime during today’s snow storm, knowing well that EJ can only handle watching so much T.V.before he starts climbing the walls. Originally your troll of a boyfriend scoffed at the idea but as predicted it became a competition by hour three of the storm.
“This is going to blow yours out of the water! You’ve got no chance!” EJ screamed over the Christmas music from the dining room as you worked in the kitchen, because obviously if you both worked near each other you’d steal all of his ideas.
“I think this might be my area of expertise honey! Nate has the good hands, not you!” you teased, the hint of a laugh in your voice.
“Well then, why don’t you date him instead!” you could picture the smirk on his face as he laughed.
Chuckling, “He’s got all his teeth intact, I wouldn’t know what to do with that!”
It got quiet in the other room as you continued to work on the icing icicles before you were suddenly lifted from behind and spun around. Icing dripping onto the floor, “This is cheating!” you laughed as he pulled you back into his chest.
“You were going to win anyways.” he commented, thinking about his gingerbread house that despite all best efforts is not even standing.