Soleil
Cookies are magic, Soleil decides as she is guided through the final steps by Maeve’s confident, maternal hands. The shaping of the balls of dough is undoubtedly her favorite part, despite the way her nose scrunches at the stickiness that lingers. It’s easily swiped away by an eager tongue at the end - which is an early treat unto itself. As are the chocolate chips she asks to sneak, too polite to try and do so sneakily.
The baking is undoubtedly the hardest part. Soleil is a patient girl, but the smell is heavenly, and the minutes seem to drag even as Maeve distracts her with conversation - and cleanup, of course. Best to get ahead of the mess.
And then, even more waiting for them to cool! Sol isn’t sure she’s going to make it, but the first bite into the still-gooey masterpiece is worth every hard won minute of patience. Her cheeks puff up like a happy chipmunk, and the rest of the cookie disappears within moments. It takes some reminding, but Soleil trots to the door with a plate of cookies at Maeve’s instruction, and sets them on the doorstep. A little doubtful and uncertain, but trusting. “For you Ludo,” she warbles quietly, uncertain if Ludo would hear her if she only said it inside her mind. Turning away from the door and the slowly cooling cookies on the plate beyond, Soleil runs back inside to throw her arms around Maeve’s waist, burying her face into the soft warmth of the woman’s belly. Inhaling her scent and hiding her vulnerable little smile. “Thank you Maeve,” she murmurs in a garble against the woman’s stomach, and the space rings with the sound of happy, girlish laughter when she is swept into the woman’s arms and taken back to the counter for a few more cookies.
- FIN <3
The baking is undoubtedly the hardest part. Soleil is a patient girl, but the smell is heavenly, and the minutes seem to drag even as Maeve distracts her with conversation - and cleanup, of course. Best to get ahead of the mess.
And then, even more waiting for them to cool! Sol isn’t sure she’s going to make it, but the first bite into the still-gooey masterpiece is worth every hard won minute of patience. Her cheeks puff up like a happy chipmunk, and the rest of the cookie disappears within moments. It takes some reminding, but Soleil trots to the door with a plate of cookies at Maeve’s instruction, and sets them on the doorstep. A little doubtful and uncertain, but trusting. “For you Ludo,” she warbles quietly, uncertain if Ludo would hear her if she only said it inside her mind. Turning away from the door and the slowly cooling cookies on the plate beyond, Soleil runs back inside to throw her arms around Maeve’s waist, burying her face into the soft warmth of the woman’s belly. Inhaling her scent and hiding her vulnerable little smile. “Thank you Maeve,” she murmurs in a garble against the woman’s stomach, and the space rings with the sound of happy, girlish laughter when she is swept into the woman’s arms and taken back to the counter for a few more cookies.
- FIN <3
a happy soul is the best shield
for a cruel world
for a cruel world
