Brownies

Marga's P.O.V

In a few months, I'll be able to say that our entire family is doing well. I'm not sure if this can be considered a good family. I let out a sigh.

The longer I wait, the more my mind expands. But it wasn't until I went to Zeus and Rius that I realized I was getting better at caring for them as a mother. What about as a wife? Also, I take care of Klark, as is customary, by preparing his belongings, cooking, hmm... and... uhm, and that's it.

The closer Zeus and Rius got to me throughout the day, the more tender and sweet Zeus became to me, especially since I noticed there was no awkwardness between us, especially the brotherhood.

Unlike Rius, I can say that it's fine for me to deal with this, but I still feel a chasm between the two of us. It's not quite that close inside yet, but I'm working on lightening up our relationship.

Although it can be a little awkward at times. Even if I don't ask, I'm aware of the reason. I notice the way he speaks and consider what he bestows on me. He was more used to Shaina, her real mother because I could still see the energy in her eyes when she was still alive. But now it appears to be very different. It appears... he hasn't yet received it. He's cold.

That's why, even after Shaina vanished, I knew he was still the most affected, even though it had been a few years. His treatment of all of us was cold, but when he spoke, it was the opposite. I can tell he still respects me, as well as his father. I'm hoping that things improve for us.

It's just that it's a little far away from Klark, because it's almost always in his room, and Rius appears to be a robot who only responds when asked. He would only speak up or tell a story once. He was difficult to read because of his unreadable emotions. I let out a sigh.

We're in the living room now, despite the fact that it's afternoon and we don't do much on weekends. Klark is upstairs, making plans and doing his work. I know he's always busy; I can even hear his footsteps coming down the stairs.

Then, when I go out in the middle of the night, I catch him brewing coffee and it appears that he has no intention of going to bed early because he has to return to work in the morning.

I feel a little sorry for him because I know his sleep isn't always complete; sometimes I'll wake up early and be surprised by how sleepy and tired he looks. I'd like to assist, but how?

When it comes to Architecture, I'm not very knowledgeable. That's why I'm always thinking of ways to make delicious food for him so he can enjoy working every day.

Zeus rested his head on my thigh and focused on the cartoon he was watching while sitting on the sofa.

"Mowmah?" he asked, and I turned to face him.

"Are you sure, baby boy?" I used to stroke his cheek and lightly press his dimple.

He cracked a grin.

"Uhmm..." he pouted, appearing to be far away, thinking of nothing.

"You're a good cook, and I enjoy your food because it's delicious. But... can you baked brownies?"he asked, looking at me with matching puppy eyes.

I was taken aback. Yes, I can prepare a meal. But I never expected Zeus to request something like this, and to be honest, I don't know how to bake. And I know I'm not a pro at that kind of... baking stuff.

"Ah, oh my god... let's just buy, baby boy." I recommend him.

Because I can't cook that type of food. Maybe my work will turn out bad.

So I'm hoping the kid won't insist. It's still spoiled because Ate Shaina left it to her. Tantrums are sometimes used simply to obtain what you desire. When Klark becomes irritated by this, I appear to be overly relaxed. Who else will he pass down his spoil-brat attitude to? I recognize Shaina's voice. It was as if she'd never known her husband before.

As a result, I

"Na-ah!" immediately shake him. And now I'm nervous because Zeus abruptly refused.

"Auntie Mommy, I want you baked! Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please! Please! Please! Please!" Simultaneously, he shook my arm, insisting on me.

I let out a sigh. That spoiled brat.

"Fine..." At the same time, I shrugged.

"Yey!" He jumped onto the couch.

"Hey! Careful! You might trip and fall, baby boy."

He might fall on the sofa out of joy and excitement, but luckily, I caught him right away.

When I saw his expression, I couldn't help but smile.

When I unexpectedly agreed...

What is the best way to make brownies?

I bit my lower lip and concentrated hard. I'm embarrassed to knock on Klark's door because I don't want to disturb him and he's busy right now. Rius, too, is preoccupied with his PSP, and he has locked his room.

I shouldn't ask Zeus for assistance; he's still young, and maybe he'll just play with the ingredients, despite the fact that this kid is still very you know... Impatient and obstinate

I let out a sigh. "Okay, I'll go to the kitchen first, will you? Mowmah is getting ready to bake. You stay here and don't do anything bad, "I spoke up right away.

He suddenly smiled and nodded at me.

"Mowmah, I'm sure your cooking is delicious."

I hesitantly nodded and forced a smile at Zeus.

Argh, I'm not sure, and I'm not sure my bake will be tasty. This is my first attempt at baking.

I dashed into the kitchen, first checking and opening the overhead cabinet to look at the ingredients to be used. With so much fullness and so much meat, it appears that my brain will explode trying to decide what to prioritize.

If I first turn on the oven or prepare the ingredients. And what ingredients are needed to make brownies?

I was intrigued by the prospect of using my phone to look up the ingredients for brownies. After all, the internet is strong here, which I thought was a good thing. This is the only way out. I didn't have a hard time finding what I was looking for, and it appeared right away.

'Craving for Brownies?' posted here

Then there's butter, sugar, cocoa powder, vanilla extract, salt and baking powder, and an egg.

I noticed that there are no eggs among my check necessities. Which is important, but.... I sighed.

I searched the cabinets to see if there were any more eggs.

"Egg ... egg ... egg ... where are you egg ..." while I was busy looking for the egg.

Where are you, Egg?

"What are you up to?"

"It's your ovum!"

Someone suddenly spoke behind me, which startled me. I almost dropped the sugar container when I turned around and saw Klark, who was shirtless and carrying a cup, his hair still unkempt.

For me, he is the very definition of perfection. When I opened the lid, I almost threw away the flour I was holding. I was astounded by how well he performed. I'm not sure what he does with his clothes or how frugal he dresses.

Will I be grateful that there are fewer washed clothes because he's fucking shirtless?

Also, Jesus Christ! What exactly did I say to him? He might have a different opinion. I need to pinch myself for what I just said. I bit the inside of my lower lip. As it hid behind my back, I simply pinched my own finger.

"What exactly are you doing? Are you on the lookout for something? "He inquired, giving me a small smile. Oh my goodness.

"...eggs..." I quickly averted my gaze.

He bit his lower lip, trying to keep a wry smile from breaking out. I was surprised by his proximity to me and the closeness of the two of us, both arms bent backward on the counter while looking at me. I was a little distracted and preoccupied with kitchen necessities.

In my opinion, he looks like a model and endorses the quality of the glasses.

Glasses? I took a breath and swallowed.

God… his gaze. Why isn't he getting dressed?

"I-I mean, I'm looking for an egg," I explained, and I was promptly chastised.

I took a long, deep breather. The force of the pulse was almost throbbing in my chest. And I'm not sure why it's so hot here. Is the air conditioning working properly?

"And for what?" He inquired while sipping from his own cup. I almost swallowed when he raised his head while drinking and his Adam's-apple continued to move. He was even swallowing, which I could hear.

"A-ahm..." is an abbreviation for "A-ahm..." As I knelt, I scratched my head. "Baking."

As I turned around, his lips formed an 'o' and he slowly nodded.

Heart? Behave. Don't go in there, even if he's close.

He, on the other hand, moved closer to the possibility of getting something, so he opened the overhead cabinet. When I felt his hard chest in the back, I sighed.

Despite the speed, I suddenly felt numb, causing me to sweat with a cold forehead, causing my throat to become even drier. My nose is pricked by his pleasant odor.

I immediately closed my eyes and felt it while quietly sniffing. He has a distinct odor.

"Marga... Could you please make me some juice?" I just came to a halt when I heard him whisper in my ear from behind me.

I could feel the hot breath running down my ear, causing me to lift a feather and feel the strange sensation inside me for some reason. It appears that there is electricity to awaken, particularly in my mind.

"H-huh?" I immediately turned to face him.

Our bond is only fibrous, and the rest of us can barely function.

I can see his eyes slowly nailed on my lips, and my eyes also landed on his lips, making me even more delicate with its shape, which I knew was so soft that I could sometimes feel it coming close to me. His lips are half-opened, and from the way he breathes, I can feel the heat on my face, and I can smell a fresh mint blend all over his body. And the perfume he truly is.

"J-juice? You?" The question was muttered by me.

He licked his lower lip. Obviously, suppressing my laughter allowed me to see more of his dimples. What's so amusing about what I said? He moved away from me and nodded.

I shrugged and reached for a glass to share with my Majesty.

"Add a lot of ice cubes." That's why I turned to him, he said.

"O-Oh, all right." I just said that and then quickly distracted myself.

"I prefer the cold one. The one that eliminates body heat." He chuckled, his gaze fixed on my every move.