A/N- Hey guys! This is just a short, fluffy Dameron fic… There's no real meaning behind it, I was just bored and wrote it really quickly. I tried making it so Damian had an accent. NEVER AGAIN. It's SO hard, and it just sounds really stupid xD Anyway, enjoy! c:

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The atmosphere of the apartment was welcoming. It always seemed to be, but when I walked in today, I could help but to smile. "I'm home!" I called, stepping into our fairly new apartment.

"Nice to see ya'," Damian muttered, not even looking up from whatever he was doing in the kitchen.

Taking a deep breath, I noticed the room smelled amazing. "You made cookies?" I asked excitedly, sitting down. My stomach growled loudly.

"Mhm!" Damian smiled, mixing what was left of the dough. "It was my day off t'day, 'n I had nothing to do." He shrugged.

"May I have one?" I asked, reaching for one of the freshly made ones. They looked really good!

"No!" Damian hissed in a joking tone. "I didn't work my ass off all day ta' have ya' come home 'n east all of my hard work!" He pulled the cookies out of my reach.

"But… I'm hungry!" I whined, pleading with him. "Please? They look so good… C'mon, just one?"

He rolled his eyes. "If ya' help me clean this mess, I'll consider it. I'm not give'n them away. Ya' need ta' earn 'em."

"Which mess? The one in the kitchen, or you? Damian, honey, you look like Hannah during 'Teenage Dream'," I informed him, referring to when Hannah and I had to pretend we were having a sexy food fight.

He shook his head. "Seriously Cam, I'm not playing 'round. It's a mess in here, and it's not gonna clean itself."

I chuckled. "I can see that, but you're even more of a mess. Let's get you cleaned up first."

Damian sighed. "Fine, but let's do this quickly. I still have a tray of cookies in the oven, and I can't afford to burn 'em."

I nodded. "It won't take very long, I promise." He blushed as I ruffled his hair, sending the flour in it every which way. "Okay, the flour's out."

He pulled away from me, his face flushed. "Not right now, Cam. We need ta' get the cookies…"

"I'll do it," I offered. After wiping some dough off of Damian's cheek, I opened the stove carefully. "Ow!" I spat as I grabbed the pan.

Damian grabbed my hand, giggling. "Cam, ya' do know yer supposed ta' grab it with a mit, right? Not your bare hands." He smiled, kissing my hand gently before placing it in a pot of ice water.

"Sorry. Forgot. I was distracted," I explained, worried about my throbbing hand. "Why'd you have this pot ready?"

He shrugged. "In case I burnt m'self. Does it hurt really bad?" He sat up on the counter, next to the pot. "Hey, I'm finally taller than ya', Cameron."

I rolled my eyes, grinning. "Hey, don't get used to it. I doubt you're going to go through a growth spurt all of the sudden. I'm still tallest."

He stuck his tongue out at me. "Shut up. For once, I finally have ta' lean down ta' kiss ya'."

I laughed as he leaned down, causing our noses to touch. "Oh Damian, shut up and kiss me."

He did, practically falling off of the counter in the process. "Yikes. Not so tall now, am I?"

I shook my head. "Nope. But Damian, I like you better this way. It's cute how short you are."

He glared at me. "Shut up, Cameron. I'm not short. You're insanely tall. It's a wee bit abnormal."

I chuckled. "Whatever. It's not like it matters, right?" I pulled my hand out of the pot to hug up. "You happen to be absolutely perfect, Damo."

He hugged me back. "You too, Cam. I'm lucky to have ya'."