Mommy's Cookies
Age : 5
A/N The story hasn't actually changed, I just added this somewhat pointless Author's Note, a title, and Gabe's age.
He giggled as he ran down the short hallway before ducking into his bedroom and crawling under the bed. The sound of footsteps reached his ears and he peeked at the floor. His daddy's shoes were right in front of the bed.
"Hmm, where could he be?"
Stifled giggles were heard, clearly from under the bed.
Noah smiled, before talking.
"Oh, I guess he isn't here. Maybe he's in the kitchen eating Mommy's cookies."
He turned around, walked to the door way, and waited right outside. The little boy crawled out from under the bed and walked out, only to be swept up by his dad's waiting arms.
"I found you, Gabe!"
The little boy began laughing.
"Put me down, Daddy! I want cookies!"
"What cookies?"
Gabe stopped and looked him in the eyes.
"The cookies you said Mommy made?" he asked, sadly.
Suddenly, Rachel appeared behind her husband with a freshly made sugar cookie in her hand.
"Like this cookie, Gabe?"
The little boy squirmed until his Daddy let him go, ran behind him and hugged her legs. Rachel shot Noah a superior smirk before holding out the cookie for her son to grab. He let go, grabbed the cookie and bit into it before announced that Mommy was the best and leaving to go back to his room.
"Did you hear that? Mommy is the best," she announced loftily as she began walking to the living room.
Noah chuckled as he followed her.
"C'mom, babe. If I bribed him too, he would say Daddy's the best."
"Bribed?" she sounded scandalized but he could hear the grin.
"Noah, I did not bribe our son's affection. And anyway, it's not needed, he clearly said, Mommy is the best."
"So, you just spontaneously decided to make cookies?"
"You're complaining Mr. Puckerman?"
"No I'm not Mrs. Puckerman."
She giggled as he kissed her and began pushing her gently toward the couch. Little kisses turned into a full make-out sensation on the couch like teenagers. It was broken only by,
"Ewww. That's yucky."
"Ah Gabe, what are you doing here?" asked Noah as he walked quickly over, picked him up, and begin walking back to his room.
"Well, no one came to tuck me in and then I come o-out into the hallway and you two are, kissing."
The voice was fading down the hallway until it Rachel couldn't hear either her son or husband's voice. She got up off the couch and tip-toed quietly to her son's room. Leaning against the doorframe, she watched as Noah placed a kiss on his head.
"Good night, Gabe."
"Night D-d-daddy," he managed to say while yawning.
"I love you," Noah said as he made quick eye contact with her, than at his son.
"I love you too."
And Rachel smiled. This was her family, and all the spotlight she had, was nothing compared to them.