My Apron Novels & Stories

His lips brushed mine, teasing, and I shivered, but I pushed him back. “Not yet,” I said, hopping off the counter. “New demand. Wear something ridiculous. That apron over there.” He glanced at the pink apron with ruffles, raising an eyebrow. “Okay now you’re pushing it.” “You said anything,” I sang, tossing it to him. He caught it, muttering, but tied it on, the pink clashing with his dark vibe and aura. I burst out laughing, clutching my stomach. “You look like a cupcake!”

“Sorry, no more biscuits.” Sighing the little girl’s face falls and she walks back towards her shabby table. I was currently wearing a simple white sundress covered by a cute pink polka dots apron. It was my usual apron whenever I cooked or baked. Not that I ever did those things. I usually just ate the leftover meals at Ardere. You would be surprised at just how many foods were left untouched by drunk people.

I laughed quietly to myself, knowing I’d feel ridiculous wearing it. The hot water was a welcome relief, and I lingered for a few moments, letting it wash away the day’s stress. Once I was dried off and ready, I slipped the apron over my head, tying it securely. Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I shook my head with a smirk. "If the roles were reversed, I’d enjoy this," I muttered before heading back out. The bedroom was empty, so I made my way to the kitchen. When I turned the corner, Amber was seated at the table wearing short, silky purple shorts and a matching button-up top. She looked up with a mischievous grin.

When she brought her hand down, she smiled at the two people with her. “Thank you, Tommy, Marlene. I really appreciate you helping me tonight.” Andrea then looked down at herself. She was still wearing her work apron that had a hand-sewn embroidery of the online shop’s logo. Instead of her plain blue tees, she looked like she was donned in a light-brown dress with a little astronaut in the center of the chest area. “It’s all right. Though, what exactly happened?” Marlene sighed before reaching out to comb through Andrea’s hair. “There’s no way Charlie just collapsed all of a sudden, right?”

He raised an eyebrow "Says me and everyone, if Nadia sees you here_" "Shh," He cut me off, "You said you're stressed out so I’m helping you out and I’m sure Nadia won’t mind and if she does, it’s not your problem to handle her." He looked into my eyes and I instantly lowered my gaze "So, where is the apron?" "You can’t be serious right now" I put a hand on my waist He nodded "Yes I am, so where is the apron?" He asked "There isn’t any extra apron," I said

I was folding clothes. I paused for a second, then went on tidying up like nothing was wrong. "Just packing away some seasonal clothes," I said casually. Since we got married, I’d gotten used to handling these household chores. As for Finn, he never paid any attention to what I did. He didn't press it, just walked straight to the bathroom. When I’d finished packing everything and was ready to leave, the doorbell rang. Elena Rose stood outside, dressed in an ivory white suit, looking as elegant as a model straight out of a magazine.

“Because we’re going to eat a lot.” She looked up, catching him as he untied the apron around his waist. Her lips twitched in spite of herself. It was the very same pink, floral apron Nelly always wore. The sight nearly made her laugh.

I laughed quietly to myself, knowing I’d feel ridiculous wearing it. The hot water was a welcome relief, and I lingered for a few moments, letting it wash away the day’s stress. Once I was dried off and ready, I slipped the apron over my head, tying it securely. Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I shook my head with a smirk. "If the roles were reversed, I’d enjoy this," I muttered before heading back out. The bedroom was empty, so I made my way to the kitchen. When I turned the corner, Amber was seated at the table wearing short, silky purple shorts and a matching button-up top. She looked up with a mischievous grin.

I hope he doesn't think we are starving ourselves. I look at Mom's apron on him. Why didn't I notice that earlier? It's a pink checkered apron that has red straps. Why is he so cute in it? I hope I'm not chuckling because, O God, I've been unaware of what I do when Ryle is around. Everything seems to stop when he looks at me. Ergo, every manner I do things seems to crash. This is normal though. Because it's him who does it. He makes me problematic. In a good way.

she said with a huff. "Can I have you for breakfast? You look absolutely delicious" Damon said into his mate's neck, his fingers creeping around Clary back to pull the knot from the strings of the apron she was wearing. He laughed when Clary slapped his hands away. He lifted the hem of the apron up with a lude wink, his eyes lighting up when Clary slapped his hands away again. "Spoilsport" he chuckled. The sight of his mate wearing nothing but a frilly kiss the cook apron Jordon had bought for a joke Hanukkah gift 2 years ago, was doing things to him. He grabbed the nearest plate and eyed the contents warily; Clary cooking had not improved over the last ten years.