Mickey Mouse Cookies

Fat tears rolled down his pink blotchy cheeks, wetting them and leaving a trail in their wake on that squishy surface, while the boy stared at his amused boyfriend with a complaining pout and similar complaining, dewy eyes.

Mago sat on the bathroom floor, on his knees, clutching around the toilet bowl as he breathed hard while crying his eyes out. The morning had come crashing with another wave of nausea causing the boy to jump on his feet and dash into the bathroom before an accident happened that he dreaded the most.

But to his bad luck, luck wasn't on his side.

The crime lord stood at the threshold of the bathroom. Staring at his small lover, he dared not to spill any smile from his sealed-pressed lips that could hurt Mago's feelings but to be honest, King was so close to bark a laugh.

He watched Mago looking down on his ruined clothes, a shirt a hundred times bigger on him, and then lifting his tear-stricken face to meet eyes with King.

A sob left his thick pouted lips.

"Baby..." King hurried over to the boy before Mago could cry another river. The younger didn't question when King engulfed his small self in his strong arms and cradled the boy against his warm bare chest, instead, he went willingly and sniffled as he cried softly.

"it-it happened ag-again.....I....." Mago complained and King shushed him silently while rubbing his back up and down soothingly.

"It's alright baby......it happens. There is nothing to worry for......it's just an accident" the older tried to coax Mago, planting small kisses of assurance over that fluffy bird's nest of a head.

"b-but it happened again and it stinks and it is—it is dirty" Mago sniffled like a child and lifted his head to look at King, emphasizing his point by pointing at his ruined shirt.

"look at it" he pointed aggressively at his shirt with his tiny chubby finger making King lose all his composed demeanour and spill out a chuckle, he laughed heartily, feeling a rush of adoration for the boy but that only intensified Mago's spoiled mood. He pushed at King's chest weakly trying to get away from that 'laughing on his misery man' but he was restrained just where he belonged.

Against the king's chest.

"I am sorry sweetheart, I am sorry......it's just.....I....." King tried to explain his stance over his laughing fit but Mago only glared with tears in return.

"I am sorry baby, please don't cry. Maybe it's a part of the pregnancy. It will go away soon" King comforted Mago by planting kiss after kiss as he tried his best not to laugh again.

"but it's not......this shit is becoming a fucking routine" the boy groaned against King, nuzzling closer, before going lax in his hold, on the bathroom floor.

"I will talk to the doctor to get more information about this morning sickness but till then, be my brave baby and just hang in there" King cooed at Mago while the boy only rubbed his itchy button nose against King's chest.

"this shit isn't easy" Mago whined, feeling disgusted with his condition and annoyed with his sore body.

"I know baby.... But it will go away soon." King rubbed at his back comfortingly as he manoeuvred the boy to make him sit on his lap.

"you promise?" Mago mumbled, trying to climb onto King's lap, hugging his boyfriend while stuffing his face under the king's neck. The older simply secured Mago's bubble bottom under his large hands.

"I promise" the older replied. With that King cradled the boy closer to himself and then quickly picked Mago off the ground and went towards the giant sink to settle his baby there.

It's time for a wash up

........

"Mr Ash!!..." a loud yell across the hallway was what caught their attention. All the kitchen staff braced their selves when, as expected, a baby boy with an excited smile and a new demand entered the premises of the mansion kitchen. He looked so tiny in king's clothes that every other worker had a hard time not to squish his cheeks.

They would have of course if Mago weren't the type to bite at the hand that comes near his face.

After the puking episode, Mago was ravenous for food. Ordering a big breakfast, with several pancakes dripping with syrups, a large glass of juice and a thick bar of chocolate, the boy enjoyed everything to his heart's content before he rushed to the office to join his boyfriend for daily work.

But after completing his tiring working hours, a sudden need to do something exciting (aka making trouble) crossed his mind. The boy was scrolling on his phone while lying upside down on the couch of the king's office, when a series of Christmas ginger cookies, especially Mickey Mouse-shaped cookies, passed his clever doe eyes on his phone screen.

An idea popped into his head.

Why not bake for fun?

The boy jumped to his feet excitedly and without telling anybody what was he up to, he dashed out of the room leaving a dumbfounded King and Charlton. The crime lord didn't question anything but gestured for Lucca to follow his majesty silently. The man did and led himself to the enormous kitchen of the mansion.

"Where is Mr Ash Jayce Ford?" Mago asked, producing words in a pouty language with a pouty pair of lips and blown-out cheeks.

Like a chipmunk.

"oh..uh...Mr Ashford is gone for grocery shopping sir. Do you need anything I can help with?" one of the in charge stepped up so that she was facing Mago as she asked politely.

"I wanted to make these new Mickey Mouse cookies that I found online," Mago said looking around the kitchen.

"I can make them for you sir or I can help you in baking these" the in-charge offered but she felt disappointed when Mago shook his head.

"It's fun baking with Mr Ash.....you are all so boring" the boy whined as he stomped his feet childishly. Mago was excited to explore his newfound talent and with Jayce by his side, he could do more of everything.

Baking, teasing, troubling, eating, stealing dough before it goes in the oven while riling Jayce up for every slip-up and whatnot.

It was definitely fun with Mr Ashford.

But then....

"Baby?" a new voice behind Mago made him turn in an instant with a wide smile and surprised eyes. At his back was standing Mickey the soulmate. The older of them both soulmates smiled charmingly and instinctively spread open his arms when Mago jumped right in.

"Mickey!!!!.... Oh, how I fucking missed you this morning" the younger hugged his friend in a death grip, not wanting to leave him forever. The miserable condition he was in at an early hour of the day made him miss his buddy so badly. It was their thing to be with each other in sickness, unlike other people, since nobody was there for the duo ever.

That was one of the reasons Mago wanted to be with Mickey all the time, but he was a big boy and smart kid and he understood the rules of the crime lord and his personal domain.

"I missed you to so freaking much. Our concealed bond was tingling so much that I had to come and see you" Mickey muttered in Mago's hair as his eyes locked with Lucca who was eyeing them both with an unreadable look.

Mago laughed like a little child at that and placed his small hand over his heart.

"I can feel it too" he giggled and hugged Mickey again.

"come on now... let's bake cookies. Since Mr Ash is not here, we can work together" the boy said excitedly as he rubbed his small hands together.

All the staff of the kitchen held their breath for a chaotic kitchen.

"come on Lucy!!!" Mago called Lucca while pulling Mickey deeper into the kitchen. The right-hand man to his majesty didn't dare move from his spot, he smiled at the younger but didn't indulge himself more than that.

A lesson, a hard lesson that he had learned in the king's office was still fresh in his mind and he couldn't afford another one in a short gap of time.

King directed each man in a close circle to not get carried away under the influence of his lover's charismatic charms, he also threatened them that he would get carried away himself while teaching them a lesson if they gave him a chance.

.......

King was busy on a call, pacing around the office room when a knock at the door caught his attention. He chuckled at something the other on the phone said while walking slowly towards the door. Without thinking twice, he twisted the door knob and pulled open the door completely.

In his sight was Charlton who was probably waiting for a 'come in' before he could proceed but was surprised when the door opened from the inside. King gestured him with his eyes and then strolled back to his pacing area.

The right-hand man entered the room after King and quietly placed a file on his table. After that, he waited for the king to finish the call patiently. Once King was done, the crime lord took his seat behind his desk and glanced at the file opened in front of him briefly.

"Logan Grey?" he asked earning a nod of approval from Charlton.

"he is a clean man King. All of his biodata collected is here, no threats, no funny business associated with him. A simple man with a simple but rich life" Charlton explained clicking some options on his tab before presenting it to King.

A man nearly fifty-four years, tanned skin, greying hair and wrinkles over his old skin stared at the camera. A man who has probably seen so much in his life, seen the brutal death of his dear friend, lost him to some conspiracy that took his life.

King stared at the man in the picture, a heartbreaking betrayal story of Enzo Parker and his end flashed through his memories making King despise Kangsu and Chris more than before.

Those, along with their boss, were disgusting, disloyal bastards.

All those records of their character had King thinking about them in a totally different light. King could expect just about anything that comes under the definition of cheapness and he won't be disappointed ever.

Not in the case of that old pumpkin.

Kangsu was the one who even stooped to the lowest level where he backstabbed the Black Panda, his own acquaintance, just for the sake of some position and power.

King sighed as he returned the tablet to Charlton.

Somehow, the crime lord was pretty sure that Kangsu, the boss and Chris had united somewhere once again and they were probably involved in cooking something that could be a repetition of that night incident many many years ago.

"Is anything bothering you, king?" Charlton asked in his lowest voice not to disturb King or trigger something that he couldn't manage.

The crime lord only groaned in annoyance as he rubbed his face tiredly.

"Alan called just now. A guest of his is visiting the headquarters club tomorrow evening.....you know the drill......the VIP treatment and all. He will be visiting too but with our new consignment and some samples of new products in the market." King started as he assigned new tasks to his reliable, trusted right-hand man and Charlton nodded in understanding.

"got it, king" he answered quietly.

"...also, prepare for my boy's visit to the sight. Tell Lucca to meet me after his duty hours, spread the word around and tell them to behave." King commanded another thing which made Charlton look at King with question.

"you are allowing his visit King" Before he could manage, Charlton blurted out his concern and in return, he earned an unamused king. The crime lord's eyes were so dark that it made Charlton feel like he had crossed the line.

"I don't have much choice. People at the port should know who he is and that's what others at the meeting suggested as well......he has to go there one day or the other......." King stopped for a second, he stared in the distance with a tired frown on his face, before he sighed once again.

He was thinking.

"....Besides,.....there is something that is going around very quietly. Something that isn't right and I need to know it before it gets out of hand....." the king stated, his voice going lower at the end.

Charlton listened to the king attentively

"And we can get a whiff of it.....if we let our guards down for a bit," King suggested and Charlton's eyes twinkled.

"Like what we have been doing for years?" he asked

"Exactly, we play normal and usual and give the ones who are planning to get us surprised, a chance" King finished and looked up to meet the calm eyes of his right-hand man.

Then.....

A slow smirky smile graced both their lips and Charlton averted his gaze to his tablet.

This was it.....that's where both King and his right-hand man connected so well, the adrenaline rush when it comes to the run and chase or planning an ambush.

Charlton nodded his head and bowed, understanding where King was coming from. It's been a long working beside the Crime lord; Charlton knows how sceptical and sharp-minded King was.

And he lived for that thrill of being a mafia.

The right-hand man then pivoted on his heels to leave but stopped when King called him again.

"where is M&M's?" King asked so casually as he ignited a cigarette.

Charlton frowned.

Did he hear him correctly?

"M&....Ms?" he mumbled.

"oh.... I mean, where are Mickey and Mago?" the crime lord corrected himself quickly and Charlton smiled hearing that.

"They were in the kitchen a while ago. A baking session I think" he answered briefly, a hidden mischief behind his words.

King raised an amused brow.

"Interesting. Well.....I think Mr Ashford is going to have a heart attack after returning from his shopping spree." King chuckled at his own thoughts and gestured to Charlton so he was dismissed.

After being alone in his office room, The crime lord filled his glass with new wine and leaned back on his chair. He hummed as he drank and smoked while staring at the falling evening through his large window.

Finally! Peace!

........

Meanwhile, Jayce entered the manor with multiple workers behind him carrying bags and bags of shopping. He was clucking like a mother hen, giving directions, when all of a sudden he stopped dead in his tracks.

A smell, a burning smell reached his sensitive nose and Jayce rushed towards the kitchen.

"what is going on....." Upon entering, a loud gasp left his mouth seeing a totally ruined kitchen. The island with lots of ingredients scattered along the ceramic slab, staff members and Lucca standing at some distance with nothing but nonchalance at its best on their faces and THE soulmates, masterminds of that havoc, engaged in giggling.

First, there was Mickey, who stood near the industrial oven with mittens covered hands as he fished out the burned, smoky trays of somewhat cookies.

And then there was Mago who, among a small village of ingredients, sat crossed-legged on the kitchen island with white power dusted on his both squishy cheeks and button nose, clothes covered in chocolate and cookies batter and his small hands fiddling with the jar of sprinkles.

"what is going on here?" Jayce asked loudly, completing his lost sentence earlier, as he took everyone's attention. He was confused, frowny and disoriented.

Mago perked at the voice and smiled toothily.

"Mr Ash Jayce Ford.............you are finally here. Look!! We made cookies!" he yelled across the kitchen while Lucca and Mickey snickered silently at the expression Jayce had.

Mr Ash could only face palm himself after hearing that since he couldn't do anything other than that.

....

Sayonara~