Christmas cookies
Minho would say that it was Newt's idea and that he had nothing to do with it. However, Newt would say that it was Minho's idea and that it was his fault.
They had Frypan, Thomas, Alby and Chuck coming over on Sunday so when Saturday rolled around they decided to make a few treats to be good hosts. It started with the cookies.
They went shopping and brought all the ingredients to make their cookies. Once they had got everything set up Newt started ordering Minho around the kitchen like the bossy husband he is.
"Make sure you mix it properly I don't want any lumps in the cookies" Newt commented whilst Minho whisked the cookie mixture.
"Yes dear" Minho replied with the sarcasm evident in his voice. Newt simply ignored his husband and began to open the flour to add it to the watery mixture. He started to pour it in whilst Minho continued to whisk.
"Hold the bowl still!" Newt said and raised his voice.
"Don't put flour in while I'm still whisking Newt!" Minho shouted back. The flour started to cloud around them and soon the entire kitchen was covered in a cloud of flour. Both men coughed and spluttered to get clean air into their lungs but failed.
They ran out of the kitchen into cleaner air and tried to catch their breath. When they re-entered the kitchen there was a mound of flour on the floor and a thin layer covering the work surface. The two men looked at each other and burst into laughter.
Newt had flour covering his hair like snow and Minho had the cookie mixture spilt all down his top and in his hair. Newt recovered first and picked a bit of cookie mixture from Minho's top and ate it.
"Not bad" He said making Minho laugh even more.
"Maybe next time you should wait till I've turned off the whisk before you pour more flour in?" Minho said with a small chuckle.
"Yeah I guess you're right" Newt replied "What are we going to do now? We've got nothing for tomorrow and we've run out of flour!"
"We'll just buy something. They'll love it either way. They won't care if it's homemade or store brought" Minho said as he started to sweep the flour into one pile.
Together they cleaned the kitchen and went to the store for the second time that day to buy food. They brought chocolate cookies, fairy cakes and shortbread. When they got back home they were both tired from a day of rushing around and decided to cuddle on the couch whilst listening to Christmas music for a while.
The blanket covered the two men and the faint Christmas music soon caused them to grow tired. It was only 6pm but the two men decided to have a quick dinner of lasagne and hop off to bed.
When they crawled under the covers Newt pressed himself immediately to Minho's side and snuggled as close as he could get.
Minho wrapped his arms around the smaller man and kissed his forehead before relaxing back into the bed sheets.
"I almost forgot" Newt said right before he went to sleep. He sat up slightly and looked down at his husband. "Happy December 14th my love." He whispered and leant down to kiss the love of his life goodnight.