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Chapter 2
Valentine's Day
(February 13, 2036, Wednesday)
Mothers do the craziest things to make their kids happy.
This particular year, Ema's seven year old daughters Lotte and Lisa asked her to bake them several batches of cookies so they could give them to their classmates tomorrow for Valentine's Day. In addition to these cookies, the twins wanted to give extra cookies to their cousins and Richard, Devlin, and Kyra. And in addition to that, Lisa asked her mother to make an extra special cookie because she wanted to give to her male teacher, who she had a tiny crush on.
So here was Ema Gavin, baking cookies the day before Valentine's Day. The twins did spring the request on her that day, and though irritated, she complied, spending all day baking chocolate cookies from scratch. Things would have gone a little bit faster if the twins helped, but they were forbidden from helping around in the kitchen, especially since they made a fiasco out of their apple pie, but that's a whole other story.
There were thirty students in Lotte and Lisa's class, and double of that was sixty. Then there were the cookies for the other kids, and Ema figured it would be two dozen for each family. (She felt like a dozen for each kid would be too much.) That was a hundred thirty-two total. Then were was Lisa's special cookie. That was a hundred thirty-three. And Ema couldn't forget that her kids and her husband would want some, and she could figure out how much more to bake for them.
It was 8:00 pm. Ema was so busy baking, she sent her daughters to have dinner with Edgeworth's family. The entire kitchen was covered in chocolate chip cookies. There was a small space open on the counter for Ema to mix the ingredients together; even then, the counter was a mess. There were drops of egg whites and chocolate chips scattered around.
"Achtung!" said Klavier.
Startled, Ema dropped the wooden spoon with a yelp. She picked it up and glared at her husband casually leaning against the doorway.
"This place is a mess," he commented, striding in.
"Yeah, well..."
Klavier moved the bowl of cookie dough away from Ema and turned her around so she would properly face her. He tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "You're a mess, too. Your hair's not brushed, dark circles under your eyes, and chocolate on your face--"
"Where are you going with this?" she asked.
He grinned. "You're still stunning." He leaned forward to kiss her, relishing the taste of chocolate and cookie dough on her lips. "And you taste sweet."
Ema smiled, licking her lips. "And you're a smooth talker. But I love you."
"Do you want me help you?"
"Would you?!"
Klavier swooped in for one more kiss before putting on an apron. "Does this mean it'll be twice as fun tomorrow night?"
Ema stopped stirring cookie dough to look at her husband. "Klavier!"
He smirked. "What? It's not like it's immoral. We are married."
"We're also parents whose seven year old daughters sleep just down the hall."
"So what, we're not going to do anything tomorrow?"
Ema smirked. "Not unless you want to do something tomorrow during our lunch break," she replied.
It was Klavier's turned to look at his wife. "Did I ever mention that I love you?"
"Mm. You've been mentioning it since we met."
"Well, I still do."
"I bet."
"You don't believe me? How about I prove it to you right now?"
"Whatever you're thinking of, the answer is no. Not in front of all of this food."
"Last time I checked, food didn't have eyes."
"Oh shut up and just mix this."
Klavier pressed a kiss to Ema's temple before taking the bowl of cookie dough. "Yes, Mrs. Gavin."
"Thank you, Mr. Gavin."
They heard the lock turn and sure enough, the twins came bursting into the house, happily bounding into the kitchen.
"Hi Mommy! Hi Daddy!"
"Hallo, Mädchen," greeted Klavier.
"Wow! These look so good!" said Lotte, sniffing the cookies.
"Uh huh!" added Lisa.
"Girls, if you want me to do something as big as this, then please tell me beforehand," said Ema.
"But we did tell you beforehand!" answered the younger twin.
"Don't do it the day before you want it ready! Please tell me a few days before."
The twins' faces fell. "Oh well. Maybe we shouldn't ask you now…"
"Ask me what?"
"We were going to ask you to help us with our book report," said Lisa.
"It's due tomorrow," said Lotte.
Ema wanted to throw something.
Happy Valentine's Day!
Yeah, I don't have much to say about this piece. I imagined the cookie filled kitchen like the way there were cupcakes everywhere in that one part from The Stepford Wives remake.
That's all for now!
