This is Prompt No. 44-Spiral
"Why are we doing this?" Shane asked, and Mitchie had to smile at the strain in his voice. She glanced over at him from across the table, his hands whitened up to his elbows in flour, and his cheeks decorated with specks of dough.
Mitchie laughed despite herself and leaned over to wipe off a bit of the dough. "Well, for one, it's highly entertaining!"
Shane playfully batted Mitchie's hands away. "Very funny," he told her sarcastically, flicking a piece of dough at her.
Mitchie grinned and then sobered slightly. "Also," she said, a little more reservedly, "I wanted to spend some time alone with you." She glanced down at the dough she was rolling and absently traced her fingers through the flour on the table. "We haven't had much time since we came back."
Shane stopped making a mess of his dough and glanced up at her in alarm. "Mitch," he said softly, "did you think that I'd forgotten you?"
Mitchie was surprised at how close to tears she felt, even though there was no real cause for tears. "No," she said with an urgent shake of her head. "No, I didn't think you'd forgotten me, it's just that I wanted to spend some quiet time with you." She glanced toward the dough that they had laid out on the kitchen table and added, "We don't have to do this. We can do something else."
She started to gather up the dough, telling herself that she could try and teach Shania how to make cookies some other day with it, when Shane laid his hand gently on hers and shook his head, stopping her. "I don't mind," he told her. He motioned to the dough in front of him. "Let's continue. I haven't had cookies in a very long time, and I was never taught how to make them."
Mitchie looked questioningly at him. "Are you sure?" she asked hesitantly. It had seemed like such a good idea when she had thought of it, but she didn't want Shane to feel obliged to her.
He smiled and nodded. "I'm sure," he assured her.
She spent the next few minutes showing him how to roll out the dough so that his clothes remained relatively spotless, resisting the urge to giggle once again. Then, Mitchie rolled out her own dough and began to separate it with a knife, forming patterns in the dough so that the cookies would have some shape.
She looked up when she realized that Shane wasn't doing anything to his dough and asked, "Is something wrong?"
Shane nodded, slightly bashful. "I can't do that," he said, nodding to where Mitchie had created spirals in the dough.
Mitchie smiled and moved to some of the kitchen drawers and pulled out a metal shape. She handed it to Shane and grinned when she noticed his confused expression. "It's a cookie cutter," she told him. "You simply place it over the dough and press down. Like this." She proceeded to show him by demonstrating. Out came a spiral much like the one she had created.
"Oh I like that," Shane said with a grin, taking the cookie cutter out of Mitchie's hands.
She smiled back at him and returned to her own section of dough. "So the moving went well," she said, making small conversation in the hopes of leading into her own news.
Shane nodded carefully as he punched through the dough, making spirals of his own. "Yes," he said. "Everything's the way we want it." He pressed the cookie cutter down again and said, "Nate's going to teach me how to make a new table and chairs."
Mitchie looked up from her dough and cocked her head to the side. "Nate knows how to do that?" she asked, amazed.
Shane nodded. "I know," he told her. "I was surprised too when he told me, but he's really good and he's offered to teach me so that I can do it too."
Mitchie rolled a piece of dough in between her fingertips, wondering if this was her opportunity to tell him.
"How does this look?" Shane asked, cutting into her thoughts and proudly holding up a couple of his spiral creations.
Mitchie looked teasingly at him. "Not bad for cookie cutter stuff," she said, sniffing for effect.
Shane laughed and flicked a bit of flour at her. She retaliated with a bit more, and a handful of it flew her way, coating her face and painting it white. "Oh!" she cried, but she was laughing even as she said it.
"Are you alright?" Shane asked, worried that he had thrown the flour with more force than he had intended.
Mitchie nodded and wiped the flour off her face with her apron. "Of course," she said, coming around the table to wipe Shane's face with her apron as well. "No harm done," she told him, tapping his nose lightly.
Shane then did something that Mitchie had not expected. He pulled her close in a hug and kissed her forehead softly. "Why did you pick me?" he asked.
Mitchie was confused for a moment. "What?"
"Why did you pick me?" Shane repeated. "That night in France, with all those eligible men, why did you choose me?"
Mitchie was startled at the change of subject, but she found herself answering, "You were the only one that intrigued me." She smiled and added, "I believe it was love at first sight, or perhaps love at first unmasking."
Shane grinned at her teasing and nodded. "Definitely first sight and then unmasking," he agreed, then he pulled her close again and held her to his heart. "Out of all those men," he whispered again, more to himself than to her, "and you chose me. I'll never understand why you didn't choose someone else."
Before she had even thought about what she was saying, Mitchie snuggled into his chest and whispered, "I didn't want anyone else. I want my baby to look like you."
It took a moment for anything to happen, but then Shane pulled away quickly, searching Mitchie's grinning face. "Are you sure?" he asked, a grin beginning to grow on his own face as well.
Mitchie nodded happily. "Very sure," she said.
Shane picked her up and swung her around, laughing. "I'm going to be a father again!" he cried.
Mitchie laughed and demanded that he set her back down. "Do you think you could make four new chairs instead of three?" she asked with a twinkle in her eyes.
Shane nodded, pulling her close and kissing her lingeringly. "I think I can manage it," he told her with a grin before he kissed her again.
Mitchie kissed back, her heart feeling full once again. She had told him, he had been ecstatic, and they hadn't even broken a vase!
A/N: Hope you enjoyed this quick update!! Please review guys! It means so much and keeps me going! :D Only three chapters left! What am I going to do with my time afterwards? Anways, the flour face and the cookie cutter line did indeed come from Camp Rock. I thought you might enjoy those. When Mitchie says, "I didn't want anyone else. I want my baby to look like you," those lines came from It's a Wonderful Life. If you haven't seen the movie, find it and watch it. It's awesome!! Once again, hope you like it, and REVIEW!!! :) LOL!
