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Prompt: Wheatley can unconsciously make a perfect replica of the cake at the end of the first Portal.
The piano music from the radio crested and drifted through the air as he pulled the sheet of paper up to his eyes. She would be gone for about 3 hours- plenty of time to bake a cake, right?
He pulled the flour out of the pantry, some of it mushrooming when he plopped it down on the counter. He grabbed the butter, cocoa powder, sugar, and vanilla extract, already getting some of the ingredients on his blue apron. As he stirred, the mixture slowly coagulated to a thick brown batter. He ever-so-carefully poured it into two pans and set them into the oven. Time for the frosting- an almond one he knew she loved. He wasn't much for baking, but she loved it, and he knew the thought behind the cake would matter more than the taste.
Once the cake had cooled, he piped the icing, eyeing the timer he had set on his phone. About half an hour remained. She was out running errands, and for all he knew she could pop in the doorway any second. He decided to hasten the decoration, wanting it to be ready in time for her return. He opened the fridge and grabbed a can of whipped cream, unsure of what exactly he was doing. Eight white swirls appeared on the top of the cake, and he plopped a cherry on each dollop. Not bad, but it needed something else…as he rifled through the pantry, he found it. A single candle went in the middle, and he lit it right as she walked in through the door. Her arms were laced with shopping bags, and she set them down on the table. After greeting him, her eyes fell to the cake.
"What's this?" she asked, pleasantly surprised.
"It's, ah, for you. Just sort of a thank-you-for-being-my-amazing-wife sort of thing, yeah. Just because." He scratched the back of his neck.
She knelt down to view it from the side, admiring his handiwork. "It looks fantastic. You're really getting good on your presentation…it's a nice, even bake…what kind of cake is it?"
"Black forest."
She straightened up. "That's my favorite!"
He chuckled. "I know."
She made her way towards him and wiped off some stray batter off his cheek. "I love it."
His gaze fell to his shoes. Even after all these years, she could still fluster him so easily. "I'm so glad, love. Let's try it, first, though, before you start praising me too much." With a laugh, he cut a slice and handed it to her.
As she savored the richness of the chocolate, her voice trembled as she said in between bites, "You know, I'm eating for two now, and this really hit the spot."
He nodded, not catching the implication. Why would she be eating for two? How could she…unless…was she…? "Wait- are you saying- am I- are you…"
She smiled. "Yeah, I am." A few stray tears of joy trickled down her face, finally letting them spill. "That's, uh, where I was today, actually. Finding out about…this." She gestured to her stomach.
He leaned in and brushed her tears away with his thumb, aware that he was about to start crying himself. "I- uh, wow. Just, wow. I'm gonna be a dad. I just…I'm gonna be a dad." He gently put a hand on her stomach. "I'm gonna be a dad."
Chell leaned over slightly and fished in one of the bags, pulling out a book- a baby name book -and slid into his hands. She kissed his forehead. "That you are."