Title: 30 Day OTP Challenge – Bering and Wells
Day/Prompt: 21 – Cooking/ baking
Rating: G
Pairings: Bering and Wells
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Author's notes: The amount of fluff in this is cavity inducing. I will not be paying for dentist visits, you have been warned.

We decided we would make a cake for Claudia's birthday. Turning 24 wasn't anything monumental but I figured she had missed enough birthdays being locked away in the psychiatric hospital. Much to Myka's annoyance I insisted that we make a double chocolate cake, and after we started I realized I may have bitten off more than we could chew with the whole cake fiasco.

My fingers were covered in cocoa powder and when I lifted up the recipe I have printed off, my finger prints were left on the once white paper. Myka was working on the wet ingredients, leaving me with the dry ones, and the cocoa power had exploded when I opened it.

"Really Helena, can you not do anything without making a mess?" She asked, she was irritated that I had dragged her into this mess to start with and now I had managed to cover my hands in cocoa powder, leaving prints ever where I touched, and I really couldn't blame her.

"It wasn't my fault." I responded before blowing a piece of stray hair out of my face.

"I know." She huffed, "I just wish we would have bought a cake instead. I suck at baking."

I bumped our hips together gently. "Hey, this is fun. Don't stress so much. By the time Leena lets Claudia out of bed it won't really matter what the cake looks like."

"I guess." She said before turning her attention back the coffee and chocolate mixture.

I sighed and went back to making sure the dry stuff was mixed well. I had thought it would be fun but Myka was so obsessed with everything being perfect I could feel the fun being sucked out of the experience. And then an idea struck. An idea fostered by tons of pop culture shows that I had been getting caught up on.

"Hey Myka." I said, and as she turned I threw a hand full of dry cake mix into her face.

Her mouth opened in shock and horror and I smiled, a deep belly laugh coming out.

"Helena Grace Wells." She ground out.

Whoops, I guess that was not the right course of action.

Then she smiled and grabbed a handful tossing it at me.

Giggling we started the great baking war of 2014.

I was about to crown myself victorious, Myka covered in cocoa and other dry ingredients, and I wasn't fairing to much better, when Leena stopped in the kitchen door way.

"I will not kill both of you. I will not kill both of you." She was repeating, like if she said it enough times it would be true.

I looked around and we had created a spectacular mess in the kitchen. All the counters were covered in some form of dry ingredient, at some point Myka had started playing dirty with the coffee and chocolate mixture, and now that was drizzled all over the counters and floor.

"Out. Of. My. Kitchen. NOW!" Leena demanded and we escaped through the back door, landing in the middle of the back yard before the orchard.

"Totally worth it." I sighed, laying back on the grass, the sun bright.

"Totally." Myka agreed, straddling my hips and leaning down to kiss my cocoa covered lips.