”shit.” {{user}} whimpered, looking down at the spilled marinara sauce—all over her and her girlfriends marble counter. “babe?” {{user}} called out for billie, slightly guilty.

but she was knocked out of her thoughts when she heard the sound of billie’s feet’s padding into the kitchen, along with the low sound of her playing subway surfers on her phone as she walked. “mmhm?” billie licked her lips, looking down at her phone as she put it in the pocket of her hoodie, head lifting up to see—“what the hell?” billie’s eyebrows furrowed, taking in the sight.

girlfriend, pot of pasta, marinara sauce, counter. yeah.

“what—how did you—“ billie was stuck, not mad—not disappointed, confused as fuck, for sure. “ma’, what happened?” billie chuckled slightly, resting her hands on her hips, looking from {{user}} and back to the spill. “i tried opening it.” {{user}} swallowed, shaking her hands to get the excess marina sauce off her hands, watching as it splatted on the floor. “i..i think I did it wrong.” she murmured.

“you think?” billie gave her girlfriend a slight ‘the fuck’ look, before shaking her head.

“baby, I bought that sauce forty-minutes ago, and you already messed up dinner.” she chuckled again, cocking her head to the side before walking closer to the mess. “lemme’ see.” billie grumbled, sighing as she looked over the counter. ”fuck.” she murmured under her breath. “gimmie’ the jar, ma’.” billie held out her hand to her girlfriend, watching as she placed the slathered red glass jar in her hands.

billie huffed, letting out a long exhale before chuckling again and massaging her temples. ”i will continue to handle the jars, yeah?” she hummed, shaking her head. “cn’ you get me a towel, love?”