Chapter 4

Eva was hungry. It was 2 o'clock in the morning and all she wanted to do was stuff her face in a pan of a freshly made cake.

Lighting a candle, she moved around the kitchen with practiced ease. She pulled out eggs, a jug of milk, flour, and sugar and placed them on the cabinet before pulling out a mixing bowl and pan to bake the cake with.

This would be easy. She had never baked a cake before- and she wasn't the best cook- but she had seen Sparda bake sweet treats for her before. She could do this.

Pouring flour into the bowl, she eyed the bowl before adding the milk. She stared at the bowl with little to no confidence in her measurements before shrugging her concerns away. It was better to have too much milk than not enough, right?

Putting the milk to the side, Eva cracked 3 eggs, taking care that no shell fell into the bowl before adding 3 spoons full of sugar.

Eva stepped back and looked at her concoction. She was sure she was missing something, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

Walking to the fridge, she glanced in and searched for anything that looked like it belonged in a cake. She eyed the butter. She wasn't sure if she should but she couldn't find a reason not to.

Grabbing the tub from the fridge, she scooped out some butter and added it before putting it to the side.

Grabbing a spoon, she began to mix the ingredients.

It was a mess. The milk splattered, and the flour turned the table white. Eva huffed as her arms grew tired and she could feel the tears forming in her eyes. This wasn't what the batter looked like when Sparda made her cake. It was too soggy, and it didn't look appetizing.

She thought it would be easy, so where had she gone wrong.

Dropping the bowl on the table and watching the batter dirty the counter, she broke.

Tears streamed down her face as she moved to clean up her mess. All she had wanted was a cake. Why has it been so hard to do something so simple?

"My love? What are you doing awake?"

Eva jumped, quickly wiping her tears from her face, not minding the flour that dirtied where she just wiped. "Nothing. I'm not doing anything."

Sparda took in the scene in front of him, gauging how to handle his emotional pregnant love. The kitchen was a mess as was the woman who stood crying in the middle.

Was she attempting to bake something?

"Were you trying to make something?" Sparda asked softly. He leaned his sword against the door frame and walked closer to his love. He grabbed the towel from her and placed it down before guiding her to the kitchen table. She was still crying despite her efforts.

"I just wanted a cake. The kids kept kicking me and I had a dream that I was being chased by cupcakes." Eva whimpered between sniffles. She sat down in the chair Sparda guided her to and rubbed at her ever growing stomach. "I wanted to eat the cake that was trying to eat me."

Sparda resisted the urge to laugh as he comforted his emotional love. This was one of the first times she acknowledged the twins. She had been so adamant about only having one until a few days ago. Seeing two sets of feet poking her stomach forced her to acknowledge them both.

"Do you want me to make you a cake?"

"No. I just want to take a shower and go back to bed." Eva sniffled again. She reached out, burying her face in Spardas stomach before punching him away. "You stink."

Sparda chuckled. He smelled of the demon nest he had just exterminated. They were scentless beasts to humans, so Evas scenes had sharpened again.

"Go take a shower and I will clean up here. I'll join you in bed after I clean up."

"After you shower?"

"Yes. After I shower. I promise."

A/N: I've been in the mood to write again, and the twins are growing :)