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Written for Auction Prompt - D29/3. DeanPiers

Word Count - 455

(Borrowed an OC, Max. He belongs to either Lo or Amber, I don't remember, so full credit for his existence to them)

Cookies

"I love you," Dean murmured, nuzzling his face against Piers' neck.

Piers swatted at him with the tea towel in his hand. "I love you too. You're still not getting anywhere near these cookies."

"But… I want them," Dean replied, puppy eyes in full force.

Piers sighed. He tried to be strong, he really did but he just… couldn't fight against the puppy eyes. They were lethal.

"You are a menace," he grumbled, passing Dean one of the still hot cookies. "Get out, you're barred from the kitchen.

Dean grinned and pressed a kiss to Piers' shoulder. "Thank you!"

Piers finished the cookies he'd been icing while the fresh batch cooled. He didn't understand why he'd been nominated to make the cookies when his uncle was a literal baker, but there wasn't much Piers wouldn't do for Max.

…

"These look great," Max said, peering into the box with a wide smile.

"Uh huh. You're lucky they survived the bottomless pit that I live with," Piers replied with a sniff, glaring at Dean.

Dean just shrugged and grinned. "You shouldn't make them so tasty and then I wouldn't want to eat them all. Your fault."

"Uh huh. You're gonna get fat if you keep stealing cookies."

"As if you'd stop loving me just because I got fat," Dean scoffed, kissing Piers' cheek. "It would just mean more of me to cuddle."

Piers frowned and then nodded thoughtfully. "You're right. Carry on eating."

Max chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "You guys ready for the summer fair?"

Sighing Piers nodded. "I baked the cookies," he complained. "I don't understand why I've gotta stick around to sell them too."

"'Cause you love me," Max commented playfully. "And you've only gotta stick around for the first hour or so, then I'll release you to go and do… whatever it is the two of you do on the weekends."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Bold of you to assume we'd actually leave. Ignore his grumbling, he loves it, being around all the kids."

Max nodded. "I know."

…

"Today was a good day, huh?"

Dean nodded, stroking a hand through Piers' hair. "Yeah, it was fun. Exhausting, but fun."

Piers chuckled then sobered a little. "Do you ever think about it? Having kids?"

"Adoption?"

"Yeah."

"I've been waiting for you to bring it up for about three months," Dean admitted. "I know you, don't forget."

"So… what do you think?"

"I think you were made to be a dad," Dean replied. "I'd love kids, Piers. Especially if I got to raise them with you."

Piers twisted himself to press a slightly desperate kiss against Dean's lips. "I really fucking love you, you know."

Dean smiled. "I know. I love you too, babe."