Coming home to a mouthwatering dinner was a luxury that the changeling had never, and probably would never, have.
Sliding his arms around her waist, Beast Boy buried his nose in her jasmine tresses in a weak attempt to block the smell of charred dinner loaves. The sickly scent of surplus yeast and burnt dough infiltrated his senses. Steam stung his narrowed emerald eyes and the sugary dough practically gave him a toothache. Regardless of the scent, he caught a pleased expression on Raven's silhouette and he leaned to peck her cheek.
"Hi, Rae," he murmured, pressing his lips to the base of her neck. "Whatcha doin?"
Raven placed her hands on his forearms, continuing to stir the spaghetti sauce with her mind. "What does it look like I'm doing?"
Beast Boy chuckled, releasing her from his grasp and taking hold of the wooden spoon. "Well," He peered into the bubbling pot, his nose crinkling automatically. "Looks like you're makin' bricks."
Raven sighed, crossing her arms. She levitated to the counter and sat in the only spot that wasn't covered in flour. Trying not to pout, she stared at the changeling, who was currently wiping the counters and had turned off the stove. Speaking up, Raven grabbed his hand. The dishrag fell from his fingers and landed with a slight slop.
"You.. you had a long day, Gar." She averted her eyes sheepishly and traced her glowing index finger over a thin scratch on his wrist. "Let me-"
"Raven," Garfield placed his hands on her voluptuous hips and smiled, delivering a gentle buss her forehead, right above her chakra.
"I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner," He tapped the tip of her nose with flour, his green eyes filled with nothing but kindness. "You suck."
Raven blinked. Usually she'd be offended… but it was true. She sighed in defeat and placed her hands on each side of his neck, subtly healing the purple markings. Maybe she couldn't cook, but she could assist him in other ways. And she would support him as much as possible.
"Let me cook, Rae." Beast Boy smiled softly, feeling the the cooling sensation travel from her fingertips to the nerves beneath his wounds.
"Why should you cook?" Raven's voice held a slight whine, but a smile still crept its way to her lips.
"Well, as it turns out…" Garfield touched his forehead to hers, ignoring the powdery smudges on her right cheek. Moving his hands over her belly, he saw Raven's cheeks redden beneath the flour. Her hands stroked down his neck and over his shoulders, continuing until her palms rested over his. Raising her brows, the sorceress prompted the changeling to continue.
"I am pretty good at putting buns in the oven."
Raven bit her lip, peering down to where their fingers intertwined. For a moment, they watched her stomach expand, then deflate. Neither could fight their smiles. The sorceress peered up, admiring the fondness in Garfield's eyes and how they stayed on her belly at all times. Leaning up, Raven surprised the changeling with a quick press of her lips.
"Gar?" Emerald eyes met hers, the gentle sparkle never faltering. "You're my perfect baker."
