Can i request Ruelle, Piama and MC baking something with the kids? You know MC is a terrible cook but maybe with the help of her family🤣
“Llewellyn! What are you doing? Please, put down the whisk!”
Ruelle chuckled at the look of horror on poor Piama’s face. Their wife and beautiful queen covered in flour as she pulled out what looked like her sixth tray of burnt cookies. The queen only sighed, placing the tray down on the counter.
“What is that smell? Is the palace on fire?!” Young Asther asked, running into kitchen after their Mothers.
“Heh, no. That’s just the smell of a Mother’s love.”
“It’s not funny, Ruelle! She could have-!”
“Piama, I am quite capable of baking a few cookies without the queen’s guard watching over me.” Llewellyn replied, looking slightly perturbed - flour covering the freckles that decorated the soft skin of her face.
Ruelle held up a completely charred cookie, laughing. “I believe this cookie would say otherwise, my queen.”
“Fine.. laugh at my suffering, then.” Llewellyn replied, rolling her eyes as her other two children entered the room looking just as horrified.
“I thought we weren’t going to let her cook anymore.” Lylia said, leaning in to whisper to Piama.
“I can hear you, you know.”
Lylia blushed slightly with embarrassment under the stern gaze of the queen.
“Sorry, Mama.. but well… the last time Willowyn almost choked on one of your fruit tarts.”
“Ugh! Don’t remind me! That day was the worst!” Willowyn chimed in, scrunching her nose at the burnt pastries in front of her.
“Pfff... I’m the one that had to listen to you complain all night.” Asther replied, narrowing their eyes as their twin who only stuck out her tongue in response.
Llewellyn sighed, setting the whisk down on the large wooden table. “I’ve been so busy with all these extra council meetings lately.. I just wanted to do something nice.”
‘Well, how about we help you then, Mama?” Lylia asked, moving swiftly to start a new batch of dough for the cookies.
“Yes! Let us help!” Willowyn exclaimed excitedly.
“Fine, I’ll help too.. but only if I get to lick the batter.” Asther added, crossing their arms.
“I think helping Mama would be a lovely idea.. What do you say, Ruelle?”
Piama traced her fingers affectionately down Ruelles arm, smiling at her warmly.
“Heh.. fine. At least then we’ll end up with something edible.”
She smirked at the queen who rolled her eyes in response, utterly unamused.
“Why, thank you, my queen.” Ruelle replied smugly, placing a soft kiss to Llewellyn’s cheek.
She rolled her eyes again, smiling underneath her faux annoyance. A warm feeling spilling over her as she watched her family swiftly move into action. Lylia handled whisking the dough as the twins fought over who got to place the cookies on the tray. Piama’s trained fingers meticulously slicing up fruit for the tarts with ease as Ruelle stationed herself at the ovens.
“Well, I must admit.. Baking is definitely a lot funner this way.” Llewellyn laughed, earning bright smiles from all of her children.
“That’s what families are for, Mama!” Willowynn exclaimed, frowning slightly as Asther threw a handful of flour, barely missing her. ”This is my favorite dress, Asther!”
“That sounds like a ‘you’ problem, dear sister.” They replied, smirking deviously.
The three mothers only laughed, each sharing an affectionate glance before going back to the task at hand. The sounds of laughter and joy filling the warm air of the kitchen long after the hours of lunch and dinners had passed. Smells of cinnamon and sugared fruit wafting through the castle hallways with each tray that slid out of the oven. Llewellyn couldn’t help but smile, watching the five people she loved more than anything in the world come together in such a beautiful way. Taking a bite out of a freshly baked fruit tart, she sighed in content.