Cake and Chocolate
There were several reasons for Light's anger. The crumbled pastry that littered the floor, table and highchair was the first. The second was the pink sugary glaze that covered little fingers, pale faces and blond hair. The third was the innocent pair of black eyes that looked up at him. And then there was the time of day. It was so early it should have been criminal to have to wake up, and then to wake up to this!
"Cake?" Light questioned pinching the bridge of his nose and doing his best to keep from raising his voice. "Are you…." his voice began to tremble and he snapped his mouth shut. He left the kitchen for a moment, counting to ten and trying to calm himself. After he regained the ability to speak he returned to the mess and L, who was still feeding the baby.
"Why are you feeding the baby cake?" he questioned watching pale pink lips open in anticipation for the next sweet bite.
"He was hungry," L explained.
"So you decided that cake was an appropriate breakfast for a seven month old baby and why Is Mello eating it? You know what sugar does to him!"
"I couldn't give Near cake and not give Mello any," L said as way of an explanation. Light sighed and sagged down into one of the kitchen chairs.
"L, you are unbelievable!" Light exclaimed then folded his arms on the table and buried his head between them. It was too early for this.
"Light," L gently shook his shoulder.
"What?" Light questioned not bothering to look at the older man.
"Go back to bed." Light agreed instantly, giving his two fair haired children one last cringe before leaving. As Light crawled back into bed he wondered what on earth he had been thinking when he'd agreed that L should be the one to stay home with the kids.
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"Eat it." His voice was stern.
"No," was the sullen reply.
"Eat it!"
"But I don't like it."
"It doesn't matter. I won't have the kids eating junk every night because you refuse to eat something healthy! Now eat!" Light hissed angrily.
"Why would I make our children eat something they don't like?" he questioned.
"Because it's healthy and they need to learn to appreciate a variety of tastes," Light snapped.
L watched him silently. He was only igniting Light's temper. It never grew old, and L wasn't sure if it ever would.
"I appreciate a variety of tastes and not all of them are pastry directed," L returned easily.
"Yes but they don't get all the nutrients they need from pastries and fruits, L," Light growled out in response.
"I don't agree with these methods. I say we ask them."
"You--you're serious," Light said astonished. L said nothing in return and looked at the two children seat at the table.
"Mello what would you like for dinner?"
"Chocolate!" the small blond boy shouted then jumped down from his chair and ran down the hall.
"You know I found all those chocolate bars you had stashed in your office," L stiffened at this revelation. "I got rid of them." L's eyes widened as a cry of disappointment echoed down the hall. "Good luck with this one," Light smirked, stood, lifted Near our of his highchair, and left L to handle the screaming three year old himself.
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Gotta love Light. Always one step ahead. ^_~