Day five of the Solstice.
The Daycare Kitchen was not designed for five large men, four chaotic cubs, one bunny, and a stressed Nanny.
It was designed for making sandwiches, not for cakes.
"Okay, listen up!" I shouted, waving a wooden spoon like a baton. "The Solstice cake is a delicate cake. It requires finesse. It requires patience. It requires you all to stop eating the ingredients!"
I pointed the spoon at Vali, who was trying to inhale a bag of chocolate chips.
"I am quality testing!" Vali argued, his mouth brown.
"You are quality destroying," I sighed.
Lord Rurik had been assigned the task of kneading the dough for the base.
"I shall defeat the flour!" Rurik roared.
He punched the ball of dough.
THWACK.
"Rurik, it’s not an enemy combatant!" I yelled. "It’s sponge cake! Be gentle!"
"I am gentle!" Rurik insisted. He slammed his fist into the bowl again.
POOF.
A cloud of flour exploded, covering Jasper in white dust.
"My respiratory system is compromised," Jasper coughed, wiping his glasses.
Archduke Cassian was in charge of measuring the sugar and spices. He had brought his own equipment: a digital scale, a set of tweezers, and a microscope.
"Add one cup of sugar," I instructed.
"Define ’cup’," Cassian demanded. "Is it a metric cup? An imperial cup? The density of this sugar varies by granule size. I must calculate the volume."
He began using tweezers to add sugar grain by grain.
"Cassian!" I groaned. "Just dump it in!"
"Chaos," Cassian hissed. "You bake with chaos, Primrose. It is disturbing."
King Caspian stood by the mixing bowl.
"I do not need a whisk," Caspian stated confidently. "I am the Lord of the Tides. I control fluids."
He raised a hand. The milk, eggs, and flour in the bowl began to swirl.
"Oh, that’s actually cool," Finn admitted, watching the batter spin in mid-air.
"See?" Caspian smirked at Rajah. "Efficiency."
"Show-off," Rajah muttered.
But then Orion walked in. "Father! The oven is hot!"
Caspian got distracted. His concentration broke.
SPLAT.
The spinning ball of batter lost containment and exploded outward. It hit General Rajah directly in the chest.
The kitchen went silent.
Rajah stood there, dripping with cake batter. He slowly wiped a glob of raw egg from his medal of honor.
"Oops," Caspian whispered.
"Run," Jax advised from the doorway.
Rajah didn’t run. He calmly walked over to the cutting board where the chocolate bars were waiting to be chopped.
He drew a dagger.
"I will chop the chocolate," Rajah growled, glaring at Caspian. "And I will pretend it is a fish."
CHOP. CHOP. CHOP.
He annihilated the chocolate with terrifying speed and precision.
"Good job, General," I squeaked, afraid to intervene. "Very... fine... chopping."
Finally, the cake was baked (miraculously). It was rolled (mostly by me). Now it was time for the frosting.
"Decorate!" Arjun yelled.
The cubs descended.
Luna and Clover placed little marzipan mushrooms carefully on the log.
Silas added dark chocolate shavings to make it look like a night forest.
Vali tried to put a gummy worm on it ("It is a nature log! Nature has worms!").
Orion misted the cake with water ("To keep it moist").
"Orion, no water on the chocolate!" I laughed, blocking the spray bottle.
We gathered around the table. The Solstice Cake looked... interesting.
It was slightly lopsided (Rurik’s kneading).
It was extremely sweet (Cassian’s measurements).
It had a few gummy worms poking out (Vali).
But it was done.
"A toast," Duke Lucien whispered, raising a glass of milk. "To the chaos."
"To the cake!" Vali cheered.
We ate. It was dense. It was messy. It was the best cake I had ever tasted.
As I wiped frosting off my cheek, I felt a napkin press against my face.
It was Rajah. He was cleaning me up, his expression grumpy but his hand gentle.
Then Caspian reached over and cleaned a spot Rajah missed on my chin.
"You missed a spot, General," Caspian noted.
"I was getting to it," Rajah snapped.
They glared at each other over the half-eaten cake.


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