Well nonnie, this was sent to me on 2/18. This is what you all can expect from me, re: fic requests lately, and why they are currently closed. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little drabble. :)
Prompt: It’s a real shame no one asked for your opinion.
When Aelin decided to get up in the middle of the night and make a cake, Rowan had simply turned over and thrown his pillow over his head.
When she had come around to his side of the bed and torn the bedding off him, he knew he wasn’t getting back to sleep.
In the last few months, she had taken it upon herself to learn how to do
small things: roast a chicken, scramble eggs, boil water. She had
decided that her successes at those endeavors meant that she was ready
to take the leap into baking, a choice Rowan hoped she forgot every day.
Padding into the kitchen after her, he blinked himself into more complete consciousness. She was already pulling bowls out of cabinets, bags of ingredients littered the counter, and she stood with her hands on her hips.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I don’t know if we have enough hazelnuts,” she replied.
At the word hazelnuts, time stood still. Not hazelnuts. Anything
but hazelnuts. Because if that’s what she was looking for, that could
only mean one thing.