Rain pattered against the small kitchen window as you stood at the counter turning freshly mixed dough from the metal mixing bowl to the counter. Law wandered in yawning as he stopped at the coffee pot to fill his favorite mug. His silver gaze swayed over watching you knead the dough in front of you.

It was still a bit foriegn to see you cooking. You relaxed and focused on the task before you, sometimes even humming. He could see it was something you really loved and for some reason he enjoyed that. Satisfied with the dough you tore off a sheet of cling wrap and covered it placing it in the refrigerator to rest.

"Did you sleep?" your fiance asked taking a seat at the small table.
"More than I usually do," you moved to rinse the mixing bowl, "why?"
"You're up early cooking, just making sure that wasn't an all nighter."
"I just thought I'd make breakfast, I haven't been up much longer than you." setting the now clean bowl aside you pulled out a cutting board and knife.
"What are you making?"
You began dicing onions, garlic and bacon before adding them all to the skillet next to you, "A breakfast quiche. It's like a pie." Glancing over your shoulder you offered a small smile, "Don't worry there's no bread."

Law smirked slightly amused while you turned back to continue your task.

"Do you need any help?" he didn't know what made him offer and the way you paused told him you were just as surprised.
"Do you know how to cook?" you shot him an incredulous glance.
His eyes narrowed at your implication, "I've been responsible for feeding myself before and after we met."
"Hospital food doesn't count," you chuckled, "though I'll admit yours has exceptional cooks."
"Do you want my help or not?" he grumbled leaving the table to stand beside you.
"Ok, ok um," you hummed moving the mixing bowl and the carton of eggs in front of him, "you can crack six eggs in here and whisk them with some heavy cream, salt and pepper."

Taking an egg from the carton he gently cracked it against the edge of the bowl. Using one of his thumbs he tried prying the eggshell apart but instead smashed it dropping both the contents and the shell into the bowl.

An annoyed sigh deflated him.

You laughed grabbing a paper towel and handed it to him.

"Here, I'll show you a better way." you took the bowl and dumped it while he cleaned his hands and nodded.

Taking a new egg out you tapped it against the counter, "Crack it on a flat surface. The lip bowl pushes shells into the egg and makes things messier. Then place both of your thumbs on the weak spot and just pull it apart like this." cupping the shells into each other you tossed them in the trash.

"Alright," he muttered taking another and following your example.
"Perfect," you complimented, "you're a fast learner."

He only smirked and went on to the next while you pulled the resting dough from the fridge and began rolling it out into a perfect even circle. He could see you'd done this a million times. It was like second nature.

You rolled the dough up on the rolling pin and unrolled it over your pie tin before pressing it down and filling it with dry beans you kept in a jar in the cupboard. Finally you set it in the preheated oven and took your bacon off the stove to cool.

"You're putting beans in it?" he asked in an unexcited tone.
"Oh, no those are just for baking. They weigh the dough down and keep it from bubbling up." you added heavy cream to the cracked eggs for him while he rinsed his hands and nodded.

Once the pie crust was par-baked you removed it from the oven. Law clumsily whisked the egg mixture.

It was sort of amusing that both of you relied on your hands so much for your passions but with more than subtle differences. Law's motions were calculated and smooth, almost soft while yours were, strong, rough and littered with scars.

"That's good, thank you." you took the bowl from him and carefully poured it into the pie crust before adding you bacon mixture.
"No problem." he answered putting the whisk in the sink, "Anything else I can do?"
"Hmm, a fresh pot of coffee? Please?" you slid the pastry into the oven and began cleaning while Law got the coffee ready.

After getting your coffees fixed to your individual preferences and pulling the now cooked quiche from the oven you sat together at the kitchen table to eat. Law eyed it uncertainly as you placed a decent sized wedge on his plate before serving yourself.

Taking the first bite you hummed,"You did a great job."

He couldn't help the tiny simper that crossed his lips. You had never praised him before.

"I only mixed eggs." he shrugged off the warm feeling creeping over him.
"That's the main ingredient." you chuckled, "Go ahead try it. Things you aren't fond of or think you don't like always taste better when you've put in the work. I missed out on lots of good stuff as a kid."
Slowly he took a bite and nodded acknowledging his appreciation, "It's not bad."
"I'll take that as a positive review." you sipped your coffee, "What time do you want to leave?"
His silver gaze swayed to the clock on the microwave, it was almost nine AM, "I'd like to get there around noon."
"Should I pack some snacks for the road?"
"Olympia is only a little over an hour from here, I don't think we'll need it."
"Alright, but I did make some treats for when we get there." you continued eating.
He raised a brow,"What did you make?"
"Nothing crazy, just baklava and these cute little fruit turn overs, oh, and some onigiri."
His expression shifted to surprise, "I thought you weren't up that much longer than me?"
"Well, it was more to calm myself before bed." you shrugged, "Cooking destresses me."

He was glad that you found a way to deal with your anxiety. He'd rather have a house filled with baked goods than constant panic attacks, though the past week had been panic free for both of you.

"Alright," you pushed away from the table and picked up your empty plate, "I'm going to go get cleaned up. How casual should I be?"
Law blinked, "Just be comfortable I guess."

You nodded and retired to your room to shower and change.

A little over an hour later you emerged dressed in a vneck floral printed t-shirt paired with a long cardigan, black distressed jeans and navy vans. Your hair was french braided into pigtails - a common style you wore at the bakery to keep your hair from your face and out of the food. 
Law was sitting on the sofa wearing a navy flannel with black jeans and black leather boots. He looked over you stopping to notice you'd covered the very light circles under your eyes and brightened your cheeks. The eyeshadow you'd chosen played into the color of your irises making them more vibrant.

"Is there something on my face?" You asked starting to feel insecure under his gaze.
"What?" he blinked and glanced away, "No, you just don't normally wear makeup that color. It looks nice."
Warmth bloomed across your face, "Ah thanks, it's my favorite so I try not to use it all up."

You shifted and looked toward the kitchen not knowing what to do with his compliment. It wasn't much, but it was the first time he'd said anything about your appearance - though you'd clock his gaze on you often.

"I should get the food packed up so we can go." you started to walk into the other room when Law stood.
"I took care of it while you were getting ready." he pointed to a small blue cooler by the door.
"Oh, thanks."
"No problem," he murmured taking his keys from the hook by the entry way, "Let's get going."

Part of the drive was along the water, though you couldn't see much through the mist and rain. Eventually you passed a sign announcing your arrival to Olympia. With a bay on one side and mountains on the other you knew it had to be a gorgeous place when the weather most associated with the Pacific Northwest cooperated.
It had been quiet but comfortable in the car. You asked a few questions that Law didn't mind answering. He was a patient driver keeping the music low and both hands on the wheel. This was a pleasant change from the speed demons you were used to riding around with.

"This is it." Law stated pulling down a narrow dirt path.

The property was surrounded by moss covered trees and big round bushes.

"Wow." you breathed rather taken aback by the scenery.

Finally you came to a stop in front of a small red brick cottage with ivy taking over the west facing wall. A familiar tall blonde hopped up from his seat on the porch dropping his cigarette and slipping as he tried to snuff it with his shoe.

Law let out a sigh.

Before you could say a word your door was flung open, "You must be F/N, it's so nice to finally meet you!"