Not quite cookies or pasta, but a take on the idea of cooking for @sasuhina-month 2017
Huge thank you to @delightfulharmonypoetry: this is based on a laugh she shared with me, and then let me run with it.
Word count: 850
Read it as part of my series The Golden Ratio on FFN and AO3
Table for Two
Hinata wasn’t going to leave; she was going to stay home. Sasuke finally convinced her the world would not end if she had a morning out of the house, and practically shooed her out of the door with his assurances that he was more than capable of taking care of their child.
His son, however, was much harder to convince.
He came downstairs to find his father at the kitchen table, calmly reading. There was no Mama. There was no humming or the sounds of dishes being washed or food being cooked. There was only Papa, quietly reading the newspaper (and not even the comics!) and sipping bland tea.
Sasuke looked up to find his son clutching his favorite stuffed toy, and eyeing him suspiciously.
“Good morning,” he offered. “Did you sleep well?”
“Where’s Mama?”
Lololol this is adorable Giada! I laughed too loud I think. Boy do I know Sasuke’s pain.
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