Baking with Lurch

"Put me down, Lurch!"

"Never." I grumble, my arms wrapping tighter around the back of my wife's thighs.

I felt her fists against my lower back, the motion feeling like little soft taps compared to what I know she intended.

"I can still walk, Stone." She deadpans, writhing in my arms.

"You almost fell over, Ella. I will not risk it."

"Yeah, well if it weren't for you impaling me then maybe I'd still have use of my legs." She grumbles against my back. 

I smirk at the memory of our previous happening, the sight of her writhing beneath me as I made her transport into another dimension causing a rush of blood to travel south.

"Don't you dare smirk!" She scolds, hitting whatever she can reach as I walk through the hall. "We have a lot to do today and my legs feel like jelly!"

"Do not act like you don't love it, Medusa." I smirk, taunting my little wife so that I can keep hearing her luscious voice.

There's a silence, a long, amusing silence as she racks her brain to find any single comeback that would not be a total lie.

"I am still mad at you, Lurch." She mumbles, my smirk widening at the defeat in her tone.

"Sure you are, Medusa."

I carefully set my wife onto the counter, her little legs hanging over the side as she perches upon it. I stand in between her legs, planting a long and needy kiss onto her soft plump lips.

I grunt in dismay when she pulls away, the scowl that had begun to paint my face dropping in an instant when my eyes land on the swollen pinkness of her lips.

A deep, possessive noise rumbles from me as my eyes linger on her lips, irreligious and sinful thoughts rushing through my head.

"Ah, ah, ah." Ella tuts, my eyes instantly meeting hers again and my gaze softening in an instant. "You had more than enough of that before. Keep it in your pants, Lurch."

"I will never get enough of you." I utter back instantly, my tone demanding and assertive.

Her small hands cup my face, her soft touch instantly making me lean into the heavenly feeling.

"Stop scowling at me, Lurch." She smiles, my face softening in an instant at her command. "Good, now could you go and get the ingredients for me? They're on the top shelf and I don't think my legs will carry me that far."

"Anything for you." I reply with a successful smirk, pecking her soft lips once more before hurrying off to the bright green pantry in search of her request.

Three separate shelves come into my view, all three of them being at the top and all three of them filled with things.

I don't call out for her help, since I want to impress her with my ingredient-finding skills. Instead I rack my brain for the things you need to bake a cake.

I pick up those ingredients, also grabbing the entire basket that is full of fairytale-green food colouring requested by our boys.

Today was Edgar's birthday. He was our quietest boy and often shies away from any form of interaction with people his own age, so when the suggestions for his birthday came up, me and Ella instantly knew he would not want a fuss.

Instead we had planned a barbecue, his favourite thing to do in the summertime. We had invited all of his favourite people and had decorated the garden earlier this morning.

Five of our boys were currently at school, they had all been given the firm command from me to not ruin the surprise we had planned for him, I could only hope that they had all succeeded at that.

I hated them being away from me and Ella, I hated dropping them off at school because I dreaded anything that could harm them. But I had trained them well, I knew that they had each other and that no other child at their school had the bravery to face Valentine Stone's children.

Baby Rock was having his lunch time nap as we speak, he was extremely excited to celebrate his brother's birthday and had demanded that we wait for him to decorate the cake.

I made it back to the kitchen I record time, smirking at my little wife who watches baby Rock on the baby monitor.

She sets it on the counter when she see me, her face brightening up just like mine despite the fact we had been apart for no longer than thirty seconds.

My heart rate increases dramatically when her eyes land on the ingredients in my hands, an amused frown coating her beautiful features as she peers at the different flours and sodas.

"Carry me to the pantry, Lurch." She grins, stretching her arms out as I pick up her feather-like frame.

"Why?" I grumble, feeling embarrassed that I have not succeeded for her.

"I just need a few more things." She assures me, although I can tell that she is lying by the way she is biting her cheek to refrain a smile.

I raise her up to my height when we reach the pantry, where she picks out the entire contents of the shelf opposite the one that I had collected off.

My heart sags at the fact that I had not gotten the things she wanted.

"What you grumbling for, Lurch?" My wife asks as I set her onto the counter again.

"I did not get the things you wanted." I mumble quietly, painfully furious at myself.

She smiles at me, every single atom in my body becoming utterly entranced by the sight of her happiness beaming off her features.

"You are so cute, Lurch." She beams in a coo, smushing my face in her small hands.

"Cute?" I grit, my voice booming against my chest.

"Yes." She grins. "You are my cute little softie."

"Only for you. Always for you." I grumble, gripping her hips possessively as she places several soft kisses to my face.

"Okay, Lurch." She claps, shifting her body so that she is sat criss-cross-applesauce on the marble counter. "Stop distracting me, we need to bake a freaking cake!"

I smile at her frantic self, doing every single thing that she asks of me the second that she asks. She watches in awe, ordering me around playfully like she can do whatever she pleases with me, which, unbeknownst to her, is the rules of which I live by.

"Okay now your turn," she grins, pouring the last of the sugar into the bowl "weigh out the amount for the flour."

I pick up what I assume to be the flour, carefully opening it before beginning to pour the powder into the bowl.

A huge cloud of the flour expands into the air at my harsh speed, the crushed white grains coating a thin layer over me.

Ella snickers at the sight, my mouth wide open as the thin layer coats every inch of my face and shirt.

She holds a hand over her giggling mouth, pulling out her camera to take advantage of my messy situation.

In the short time that she is searching for her phone, I grab a handful of flour from the packet and dump it on her head.

Her fairytale green hair is no longer, it is now a powdery white colour with a few green strands peeking through.

A loud gasp escapes her, her eyes squinted as some of the flour falls off her head and into her lap. Her mouth is wide open in a somewhat gasp-smile, her shock being quickly coated with an evil grin.

"Oh you're dead." She chuckles evilly, snatching the flour off me and flinging a heap right at my face.

A harsh puff of air escapes through my flour-covered mouth, my eyes glaring at her playfully before rubbing her hair into one big green and white mess.

My entire being beams with happiness as we erupt into the most chaotic flour-fight. By the time we have finished the sight of our clothes have been overpowered by an influx of whiteness and our skin no longer visible.

The entire contents of flour had disappeared within record time, meaning that we had to resume making the cake otherwise we would not get anything done.

"I need to wash this off me." She laughs, the sound so heavenly and soft that it makes my body go numb.

The oven beeps as I set the timer for the bright green cake, the cake that had been scolded by Ella for being too green.

I thought that it was not green enough. So I added more food dye when she was not looking.

"I will join you." I smirk against her ear, feeling her shiver against me.

"Okay," she smiles knowingly, "but no touching."

My smirk drops in an instant.

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"More sprinkles!" Baby rock growls, snatching the green sprinkles from Ella.

"Do not snatch off your mother." I scold, watching as he glares at me in return.

Ella leans further into me as I hold her up so that she does not fall, the both of us watching in awe as baby Rock sits on the counter decorating his brothers cake.

"Put one last handful on and then that is enough, Rock."

He looks between me and Ella repeatedly before dunking an entire bottle of sprinkles onto the green icing.

"Rochester Stone." My voice grumbles, feeling Ella press her face against my chest to suppress her laughter. "Listen to your mother."

"Sorry mommy." He chirps up, causing Ella to turn back to face him with a suppressed smile on her face.

"That is okay." She draws out, warning him not to do it again.

"I is finished!" He chimes with happiness, raising his hands up in the air with a little 'ta-da'.

"Wow, Rock!" Ella praises. "It's..."

"Like a pile of dog shit?" I mumble so that only Ella can hear, she elbows me in my stomach in response.

"...amazing! He'll love it, sweetie." She smiles, leaning forward to smother his face with kisses.

I grumble and grunt to get her attention, smirking with accomplishment when she turns to face me.

She instantly knows what I want, her soft lips coming up to smother my faces with kisses, her toes raised upon their tips as she tries to meet my height.

"Can we go and pick up brothers now mommy?" Rock questions, making me grunt in disapproval when it causes my wife to pull away from me.

"Yes, Rock. Go put your shoes on." She tells him, setting him down on the floor before he runs off into the hallway to find his shoes.

I lift Ella up to my chest so that I can have her near me as I follow after Rock. She wraps her legs around my waist and links her arms around my neck, a heavenly feeling that I will never ever get used to.

My Medusa giggles when we walk into the entryway of our green home, my eyes instantly landing on baby Rock who stumbles over as he walks around in my shoes.

"Look mommy!" He calls before deepening his voice. "I am Valentine Stone."

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"What about me, mommy? What was I like?" Fitz calls from the back seat.

"You would not stop kicking me, you were so wriggly and energetic that I thought that you would be doing summersaults by the time you arrived."

Ella was currently reciting each of her pregnancies with all of our boys, they had a visitor come into their school and the second they came out of the doors they had an influx of questions.

All six of our boys turn to Fitz to scold him for hurting their mother, just like each of them had done to each other each time she would tell them the stories.

"Mom?" Edgar calls from the back three seats where he sits with Perseus and Fitz.

"Yes honey?" Ella calls back, playing with the rings on my fingers as my hand firmly grips hers.

"Are Uncle Brennan and Aunty Lana coming to our barbecue?"

Both mine and Ella's heads whips to one another at the very same time, four individual gasps coming from the seats behind us at Edgar's sudden revelation.

"Who told you?" I growl, frowning as I inspect each of my boys scowling faces through the rear-view mirror.

"It wasn't me!" They all chime in at once, their heads whipping to one another when they hear that none of them had done it.

They did not dare lie to me, they knew better than to tell lies to anyone, especially me and their mother.

"It was me!" A little voice from the car seat calls.

"Rock!"

———a/n - hey you guys!

Double update, you lucky bitches ;)

Drop some ideas in the comments for gifts Ella would get Stone or Stone would get Ella. (Remember stone is well...stone)