Mitch had walked in on quite a few crazy things over the years that he and Scott had lived together.

Well, crazy was a bit strong of a word. Mitch knew and trusted Scott enough to know that he wouldn't walk in on anything absolutely absurd. He definitely got worried at some times, but never too much.

The first thing Mitch heard upon entering the house was high-pitched giggling, which wasn't uncommon at all. In fact, the noise only wanted to make him walk faster and find the two that were most certainly behind it.

However, as much as he wanted to be with the two, Mitch stopped dead in his tracks as he found them in the kitchen. And that's when Mitch realized that he was walking in on something crazy.

The black countertops that spread throughout their kitchen were now dusted over in white, which, based on the multiple bowls and containers spread out, Mitch assumed was flour. The two standing behind the kitchen island weren't exempt from the flour mess either. Before he could even try to analyze the situation further, the little girl lifted up her head and made eye contact with Mitch.

"Papa!" She screamed in delight. She disappeared out of Mitch's line of sight for a moment before she rounded the kitchen island and headed towards him.

"Ella, wait--" Scott attempted to call out to stop the girl, but he fell short of words as she finally reached Mitch and wrapped her arms around one of his legs.

Mitch's first reaction was to cringe has her flour-covered hands touched his dark jeans. However, once he felt just how much of a grip Ella had on his leg, all of his concern faded into a smile.

"Hi, sweetie. What are you two doing?" Mitch asked, setting his hand gently on her head. She looked up at him with a toothy grin and excitement in her eyes.

"Me and Daddy are makin' cookies!"

"Are you making cookies or a mess?"

"Cookies!" Mitch couldn't help but chuckle at the tone in her voice. But far too quickly, he remembered the mess he had to face.

"Why don't you go wash your hands, baby. Then you can keep helping out, okay?" Ella quickly nodded her head before leaving Mitch and running towards the hallway. Once she was out of his line of sight, Mitch began walking towards Scott. He was tempted to run a finger through the flour on the counter, but the mess only got scarier the closer he got to it. Eventually he ended up right by Scott's side and was staring up at his face.

"You're messy too. Cute, but messy." Mitch swiped his thumb over a bit of flour on Scott's cheek before pressing his lips to the skin there. "You should go wash up too."

"Oh, come on--"

"Don't argue with me, Mister." Scott turned towards the brunette, but Mitch simply raised his eyebrow.

"Yes, Mom," Scott muttered in defeat.

"You're damn right."