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adventdrabblesTitle: Exploding Gingerbread
Fandom: Charmed
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Piper, past Leo/Piper
Rating: G/K
Summary: Piper bakes.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Advent Drabbles Day 5: Gingerbread Layer Cake/Cookies
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Since she had been a very little girl, Piper's favorite room of the house had always been the kitchen. She loved baking, and she loved making people happy through her food. It had been one of the first ways she had been able to gift people she loved with presents just for them, and holiday baking had remained an important and favorite tradition for her throughout the years. She tried something new with gingerbread every year.
She enjoyed gingerbread. She enjoyed cooking. But she should not have done this. Piper pouted as she glared down at the cake. It was beautiful, the first seven layer gingerbread cake she had ever made. It was surrounded by sweet, cream cheese frosting all the way around the cake, and her curls had come out perfectly. Gum drops lined the bottom and top in bright, merry additions.
It was the gingerbread people who had killed the cake, and her mood. Piper glowered at the happy, married couple, wondering what she had been thinking. She was reminded of Leo around proverbial corner this season, and not just during the holidays but every day of her life. She sank down into the chair beside her and dropped her wet face into her hands. She should have known better.
She sobbed quietly, not even caring that there was still frosting on her fingertips that was getting in her face and hair. She cried quietly, her shoulders shaking, and was still sitting there, crumpled in the same chair she'd sat in as a little girl when small and chubby arms suddenly wrapped around her knees. "Don't cry, Momma."
Piper raised her head and blinked rapidly, slowly making out her son's worried face through her tears. She swiftly wiped her tears away and hugged her child instead. "I'm sorry, baby. Momma's not sad. Momma's just been..." She thought quickly. "...chopping onions."
"Well, don't chop any more onieons then," Wyatt told her, hugging her.
She stroked his back. "I won't," she said, glowering again at the gingerbread couple. She had not wanted her son to catch her crying. She wanted no one to know how sad she was this season. Just because she was filled with sorrow, her heart broken into a million pieces by her husband's abandonment, did not mean that she needed to ruin anybody else's Christmas mood. She squeezed her son, patting his little back, for a few minutes before asking, "Hey, you want some hot chocolate?"
"Sure!"
She busied herself with preparing fresh hot cocoa and after she'd gotten her boys both settled in to watch old cartoons of Rudolph and Frosty, Piper returned to the kitchen. She glared at the gingerbread couple one last time and waved her hand in the air, promptly and carefully exploding only the male gingerbread person. She'd make more gingerbread cookies, she decided, and add two more females to the top of the cake. No man was going to ruin her family's Christmas, even if he was their White Lighter!
The End
Fandom: Charmed
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Piper, past Leo/Piper
Rating: G/K
Summary: Piper bakes.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Advent Drabbles Day 5: Gingerbread Layer Cake/Cookies
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Since she had been a very little girl, Piper's favorite room of the house had always been the kitchen. She loved baking, and she loved making people happy through her food. It had been one of the first ways she had been able to gift people she loved with presents just for them, and holiday baking had remained an important and favorite tradition for her throughout the years. She tried something new with gingerbread every year.
She enjoyed gingerbread. She enjoyed cooking. But she should not have done this. Piper pouted as she glared down at the cake. It was beautiful, the first seven layer gingerbread cake she had ever made. It was surrounded by sweet, cream cheese frosting all the way around the cake, and her curls had come out perfectly. Gum drops lined the bottom and top in bright, merry additions.
It was the gingerbread people who had killed the cake, and her mood. Piper glowered at the happy, married couple, wondering what she had been thinking. She was reminded of Leo around proverbial corner this season, and not just during the holidays but every day of her life. She sank down into the chair beside her and dropped her wet face into her hands. She should have known better.
She sobbed quietly, not even caring that there was still frosting on her fingertips that was getting in her face and hair. She cried quietly, her shoulders shaking, and was still sitting there, crumpled in the same chair she'd sat in as a little girl when small and chubby arms suddenly wrapped around her knees. "Don't cry, Momma."
Piper raised her head and blinked rapidly, slowly making out her son's worried face through her tears. She swiftly wiped her tears away and hugged her child instead. "I'm sorry, baby. Momma's not sad. Momma's just been..." She thought quickly. "...chopping onions."
"Well, don't chop any more onieons then," Wyatt told her, hugging her.
She stroked his back. "I won't," she said, glowering again at the gingerbread couple. She had not wanted her son to catch her crying. She wanted no one to know how sad she was this season. Just because she was filled with sorrow, her heart broken into a million pieces by her husband's abandonment, did not mean that she needed to ruin anybody else's Christmas mood. She squeezed her son, patting his little back, for a few minutes before asking, "Hey, you want some hot chocolate?"
"Sure!"
She busied herself with preparing fresh hot cocoa and after she'd gotten her boys both settled in to watch old cartoons of Rudolph and Frosty, Piper returned to the kitchen. She glared at the gingerbread couple one last time and waved her hand in the air, promptly and carefully exploding only the male gingerbread person. She'd make more gingerbread cookies, she decided, and add two more females to the top of the cake. No man was going to ruin her family's Christmas, even if he was their White Lighter!
The End
