Bee anonymous - Belly [063. Cookie - Black Fam]
Title: Cookies
Characters: Black Fam
Prompt: 063. Biscuits
Warnings: fluff, angst,
Notes: nothing special (:
Credits: me \u0026lt;3
Every Sunday morning at the same time, the same way, churning out Sarah Black his biscuits.
were round, golden, above which small drops of chocolate, which, during the Sunday special, even gave life at the smiling faces, due to its ability.
Sarah loved to mix, slipped his hands pretty and delicate in the flour and eggs, mixing them with bold thrusts, and beside her, as always, perched on the highest chair, he was Jake, who was abducted from all that stirring and turning over .
silent, for once, carefully observe each movement. Then, still with the same sacred silence stands in front of the oven looking like cookies grow, ferment, and finally transform from a whitish slurry storage in something so pleasing to the eye that the thought of eating it seemed a sacrilege.
Jacob, though not yet knowing read the clock, after years and years of careful study, was able to understand the precise moment when they would be ready, so he got up and, like a fury, ran to call her best friends.
They too, like all La Push, knew that there were cookies on Sunday, at home, Black.
was something so natural that neither Quil or Embry, marveled over in meeting, along with the unmistakable fragrance, even the amused smile of Sarah, their entry. As something calculated.
just a few moments and some nice biscuits not the crumbs that remained, even those carefully cleaned by a mumbling Billy, who came always too late.
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