My Apron Novels & Stories

"I'll put my shirt back on. But for being a good sport, I think I deserve an apron." I searched through a cabinet and found two aprons. One had "Kiss the Cook" printed on it, while the other was plain blue. I handed the first one to Alex and kept the other for myself. "Not cheesy at all," he joked, pointing to the message on his apron. I giggled and blew him a kiss, which he caught with a playful grin. "Okay, Alex, I need you to chop onions, garlic, and puree the tomatoes," I instructed him, trying to refocus on the task at hand.

He skidded to a stop in front of me, breathing hard but grinning like he’d won something. “I’m weady to cook now,” he announced proudly. I crouched to his level, smiling despite myself. “Oh, yeah?” He nodded seriously. “Uh-huh. I weady.” “Well,” I said, standing and reaching into a drawer, “then you’re going to need this.” I pulled out an apron. It was small, clearly meant for a child, bright blue with cartoon sharks all over it—wide grins, sharp teeth, little fins sticking out everywhere.

Nina opened a drawer and pulled out a folded apron. “Here,” she said, handing it to Irene. “I don’t want you to get your clothes dirty. Such a pretty dress, by the way! It seems like yesterday when I was able to pull of those cute little outfits. Not everything stays tucked in place like it used to, unfortunately.”

She responded. She walked over to our table and handed us three menus. She had on a pair of black Capri pants, a black short sleeve, cotton shirt, and a black bib apron with a picture of a waffle and a cup of coffee on it. Her name tag was pinned to the top right corner of the apron. It read Bre. “Can I start you off with some coffee?” Bre asked cheerfully. “Three coffees, two pieces of that apple pie, one cinnamon roll, and one large cup of milk.”

She trimmed a few dry leaves, whispered apologies under her breath, promised care she had neglected to give. Because she had to. For Ethan. And maybe, just maybe, for herself too. Karline washed her hands again and reached for the apron hanging behind the kitchen door. It was a faded one, cream with tiny blue flowers, a little worn at the edges. Ethan had picked it once at a local market, tugging her sleeve and insisting, “This one. Mommy looks nice in this.” She slipped it over her head and tied it at the back. The kitchen felt warmer now. Lived in.

Answered Camille while she was trying to make her Barbie fit into a flaming new dress Gigi had carefully done for her in a matter of seconds with fabric she did not need. Gigi almost fell flat on her face when she opened the door. Liz was standing there holding a? pie? With both of her hands. She truly was expecting to see anyone else but her but damn, she looked cute. Of course, she was wearing a lilac floral dress that showed her legs and her hair was up in two beautiful braids. "What are you doing here?" Gigi asked rudely, she was not expecting to see Liz at all and the shock spoke before she could think.

Was he offering to return the favor? “Wait, what did you ” While I’m still trying to wrench my mind from the mental image of Dayne with his face pressed between my legs, material hits me in the face, and I stop talking long enough to peel it away. The frills tell me what it is before I take a single look. It’s the apron. The dreaded frilly apron is back to torment me. “You can start with the bathroom. Wearing that.” I stare at the apron because it’s not safe for me meeting Dayne’s eyes.

Fits of laughter bubbled up from within me causing a frown to shade it's appearance on Braden's face. "Why are you laughing?" Braden threw me a question. I was expecting that. "What is all these?" I asked in between my laughs in a sort of high pitched voice. "What is all what?" Braden replied my question with a question. I sighed. " The apron. What is it meant for? You look so funny in it to be honest. It does not fit you" I blatantly told him the truth. "The fuck you are so rude Camilla. And what is an apron meant for? Ok sorry I did not answer the question well. This apron is meant for washing the floors" Braden replied with a disconcerted look.

Adira comes closer smiling at me nervously. “Would you like to help us make them?” I ask and she smiles nodding. I can feel my mother’s eyes on me as I’m talking to Adira. “I have a very cute apron you can use. We don’t want you ruining your pajamas.” My mother says getting her the apron from a drawer. “Thank you so much Adira.” Says when she puts on the apron. “You look good in it.” I say to her and she blushes looking at me.