A/N: A lot of the chapters will be based around songs, though not all. This one is called "What's Inside?" from the musical "Waitress". A cover has also been done of it by Sara Bareilles. I highly recommend listening to either. Enjoy!
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Prologue: What's Inside?
Sugar, sugar
Sugar, butter
The sun had yet to begin it's rise and so the sky was still dark as Marinette quietly made her way down the stairs of the upstairs apartment she shared with her parents. Outside, the air was cool as it hit her face and she smiled.
It was a perfect morning for baking.
Sugar, butter
Sugar, butter, flour
She unlocked the front door of the bakery and let herself into the kitchen in the back, bringing up her music on her phone. It felt like an acoustic sort of morning. Still smiling to herself, she brought up the playlist and music filled the silent kitchen.
Sugar, butter, flour
Sugar, butter, flour
Patrol had kept her out late and she'd only gotten two hours of sleep, but she never would have let that keep her from this. This was her heaven, her one perfect place in the world, where she could always figure things out.
Sugar, butter, flour
Sugar, butter, flour
She took her apron from the wall, flipping it over her head and tying the strings around her waist with the familiarity only years of the same action could provide. Then she moved to the pantry in the back.
My hands pluck the things I know that I'll need
I take the sugar and butter from the pantry
She began measuring things out into their proper places, even as the four ovens began to heat. The kitchen warmed around her as her feet and hands followed the dance.
I add the flour to begin what I am hoping to start
And then it's down with the recipe
And bake from the heart
It was her dance, and hers alone, and she knew every step by heart. She wasn't usually a graceful person, but here, in her heaven, she never had to worry about other people watching and so she never stumbled.
Sugar
Chat had asked again last night. It had been months since he'd brought it up last and she'd been beginning to hope that he had finally let it go. But no, her luck didn't stretch that far.
And butter
He wanted to know who she was, wanted to tell her who he really was, but she had given him the same excuses. It was safer this way, right? But the excuses were beginning to stale with each time she spoke them, and she wondered how much long they would last.
And flour
Something held her back and she couldn't put a voice to it. She couldn't name it, no matter how badly she wished she could. She had no way to express it. All she could do was bake it away into the scones and macaroons and pies and hope that when the time came, so would the words.
And mother
"Its smells delicious," her mother said as she poked her head into the kitchen and gestured to the pie Marinette had set to cool near the window. "What's inside today?"
Marinette looked up and smiled.
"Cinnamon and apples. Cheese bread coming and the scones are all berry today."
What's inside?
Everyone wants to know what's inside
And I always tell them but I
Feel more than words can say
"Well, we're sure to sell out," Sabine said with a proud smile. "The line is already growing and we aren't even open for another half hour."
Marinette's jaw dropped.
"Maman, are you sure?"
Her mother laughed.
"Quite sure, dear. Word must have gotten out that you've taken over the Sunday morning baking, because a number of them are classmates of yours."
Sabine left her daughter staring after her. Did they really love her baking that much? She felt a huge smile growing on her face as she turned and pulled another sheet of macaroons from the oven, setting it aside to cool.
You wanna know what's inside?
Simple question, so then what's the answer?
My whole life is in here
In this kitchen baking
What a mess I'm making
