Cake and Kisses

She was happy. Her big family was fun and relaxed, spending an afternoon without calls or emergencies. The girls were helping her with the preparation of a cake, Teddy was taking his nap in the bedroom and Tim was wandering around the house with his new portable radio, looking for signals from new stations.

She was happy but that day, that afternoon and at that moment, she was anxious. Patrick wore his new white shirt and she loved him in white even if it was crossed by colored stripes. He laughed and "helped" her even though his help was to create more disaster with the girls. Maybe she would have reprimanded him, but she did not want to ruin the moment between father and daughters just for a little dirt in the kitchen. She loved him when he was like that, relaxed, making jokes and strange faces. And above all, with his forearms exposed.

Shelagh lowered her eyes, fixing them on the preparation. Yes, she felt anxious. Nobody in the house could read her blush except Patrick and that made it even worse. She needed to get close to him, to give him even a kiss but she knew herself and knew him too well: it would never be just a kiss. And nothing could happen with the children there.

Suddenly, she felt that things could not go on like this. It was when she looked up and saw how Angela and May carried their spoons to Patrick's mouth and he ate with the preparation running down his chin. His funny face made the little girls burst with laughter but she could only look down again. This man would kill her someday only with one of those ridiculous attitudes but that she found terribly sexy. She looked to her right, the flour pot contained the exact amount for the cake, but then there would be no more in case it was needed.

What she was about to do was just a practical matter, do not forget the flour, so buy it now.

"We do not have any flour left. Girls, go and buy a little more."

The girls feasted, Patrick and Tim looked at her strangely.

"There you have flour." The boy pointed.

"Yes, but I need more. Join the girls to the shop and stop stealing coffee."

Tim rolled his eyes and approached extending his hand for coins.

"Do not think I did not see you." Shelagh tried to smile at him as she handed him the coins. Then she looked nervously at the door until her children disappeared. She felt bad but...

"I think you do not need more flour, if the recipe says that with that is enough…"

"Since when do you care how much flour I need and not how many kisses I need?"

Before giving him time to react, she was on his lap, kissing him, licking the food from his chin. She tasted vanilla, and Patrick. He first gave a surprised snort, but then moaned and pressed her closer, completely encircling her with his arms.

"I knew that those red cheeks were not because of the heat."He told her, separating himself a little. "Shelagh, we can not do anything, the children will be back in minutes."

"It does not matter, tonight I'll fill your face with cream and continue." She kept kissing him, feeling his smile under her mouth.

Yes, she was happy and she was not anxious anymore.