Ayaana made sure the coast was in the clear before she attempted to claim her prize.
She leaned over the kitchen island with her pointer finger extended and a devilish little grin.
She had nearly managed to scoop up a bit of icing from the unattended bowl when a wooden spoon hit her on the hand hard.
"Ow!"
"Just because my eyes aren't on you doesn't mean I don't know what you're up to. You should know that better than anyone." Zahara pulled three layers of cake out of the oven and rested them atop the stove to cool.
"Why can't I have a little bit?? You haven't even started frosting it yet!" Ayaana complained.
Zahara turned around, pulling off her smock and dropping it on the counter. "You can't have any because you gorged on all of the peanut butter cups before our grandbabies could get any."
"...That wasn't me, that was Bekka being needy." Ayaana defended.
Unamused, Zahara rolled her eyes.
Slipping from her sleep, Ayaana wandered up to her wife with a cloying smile.
