Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina) novel Chapter 100

A Messy Christmas Eve

Hours later, we have the kitchen smelling like cinnamon, melted chocolate, and warm

vanilla.

Aiden is concentrating hard as he measures out the ingredients for the chocolate cherry cake I have him making while Zaid looks absolutely ridiculous with oven mitts over his hands. He is squatting in front of the oven, looking through the glass pane as the pies we made finish baking.

Flour dusts the countertops, smears across Aiden’s cheek, and somehow, there’s powdered sugar in Zaid’s hair.

I keep my smile tucked between my teeth. They look adorable. For a few blissful hours, I forget everything.

I forget the burning questions circling my mind about what exactly we are. I forget the ache in my chest that lingers from losing my family. I forget the emptiness that contes with knowing my mother will not be here for Christmas and wondering where our relationship will go now.

Right now, there is only the warmth of the kitchen, the heat of the oven, and the teasing laughter that fills the air.

“Aiden, you don’t have to measure that perfectly,” I say, lifting an eyebrow as he leans over the counter to check that his measuring cup is level.

He raises an eyebrow at me. “You’re bossy in the kitchen.”

“Yes, because I actually know what I’m doing,” I say before turning to Zaid. “You-”

Zaid’s grin is already mischievous as he stands from his squat. “Yes, ma’am?”

I snicker. “The pies aren’t ready?”

“Well, that’s what I was looking in on before you interrupted.”

I roll my eyes and move to check on the cookie dough that I’ve been working on.

Zaid walks up behind me and presses a soft kiss to my shoulder before sneaking another

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onto my neck, his hands ghosting over my waist before he pulls back to continue his oven vigilance

I shiver at the touch.

We work in silence for a few minutes. I roll out the cookie dough into little balls, and Zaid pulls the pies from the oven. He sets them out to cool.

“They smell so good,” Aiden whispers before leaning in and kissing the side of my head.

Zaid nods, practically salivating. If I don’t stop them, they’re going to eat the pies right

here and now.

“You two need to focus,” I huff, pointing between them.

Aiden grins. “Yes, chef.”

Zaid snorts. “Happy to obey, my little dictator.”

The teasing doesn’t stop, and when I taste–test Aiden’s batter, I smile. “Perfect.”

Zaid rolls his eyes with a grin on his face. “It better be. If Aiden were in charge of the

desserts, we’d all be dead by now.”

Aiden gasps, clutching his chest dramatically. “That was one time, and it wasn’t that bad

“I almost died from the food poisoning,” Zaid barks out.

I laugh, but before I can say anything, a handful of flour flies across the kitchen and

smacks into Zaid’s chest.

Zaid stares down at himself, then at Aiden, who is grinning, another handful of flour

ready.

“You little-” Zaid lunges for him, but Aiden ducks away, laughing. Flour explodes into

the air, covering the countertops, the floor, and me.

“Guys!” I shriek, but before I can protest, Zaid grabs me and throws me over his shoulder, using me as a shield against Aiden’s attack.

“No can do, love. Gotta protect myself.”

Aiden laughs, too, throwing more flour, making sure Zaid gets hit, anyway. The three of us dissolve into chaos, screaming and laughing, slipping on the floor as we try to dodge each other’s attacks.

By the time we’re done, we’re a mess, covered head to toe in flour, sugar, and batter.

“We need to finish before we clean,” I pant, wiping at my face.

“You need to clean up the mess you made,” Zaid says pointedly to Aiden, licking chocolate cake batter from my neck.

Aiden grins. “I think we can pin.this on all three of us.”

“How was your day?” I ask, desperate to break the tension.