Bread

They still were not speaking to one another, sheepishly adverting their gazes; Tracy looked between Diya and Nicholai. Before she could speak, the timer upon the oven rang out, and the Guardian shot to his feet, gasping lightly in eagerness. “The bread!” Moving as fast as his healing frame would allow, he moved over to the oven, busying himself quickly.

“I know what this is about,” Tracy said slowly, stirring her tea nonchalantly. “Something happen between you two last night?” She glared accusingly at Nicholai. The Guardian was sensitive, fragile, in many ways; if Nicholai hurt his Feelings in any manner… The bearded male, even though he had been shoved into the spotlight, feigned innocence very well. He certainly was not going to inform Tracy, Best Friend or not, that he had managed to get Diya into the tub…and then joined him. They had not Mated, but Gods...they had both enjoyed themselves…more than Diya thought was allowed. It left him flustered, and desperate to busy himself.

“What makes you think that?” Nicholai voiced innocently, lifting his tea to sip at it casually.

“Come on, we both know how Diya gets after you two have ‘fun’ of some sorts.” She nodded towards the Guardian, who was then reaching over the counter to grab an oven mitt. Nicholai wrinkled his nose, pausing in his tea drinking.

“So?”

“Well, he’s got a bun in the oven, hasn’t he?” Tracy questioned innocently; Nicholai choked on his tea and nearly had an aneurysm.

“T-tracy!!” He wheezed, just as Diya turned around, concern dancing over his features at his Master’s distress. The steaming loaf of homemade bread in his mitt-covered hands, however, prevented him from rushing over right away. A dark hand waved at him, the gesture informing the Guardian that his Fiancé was fine.

Tracy looked between them both, and then sighed with a smile dancing across her lips as she rolled her eyes upward in amused annoyance. “You two are so weird.”  

Diya blinked at her, then looked back to his Master. If anything…it was he who did not understand them. What was so strange about baking bread, anyway…?