BOOM!


A loud explosion made the drowsy Spaniard shoot out of bed. He glanced around questioningly, hoping to find the source of the explosion. Once confirming that it wasn't a bomb that went off, Antonio made his way downstairs, immediately engulfed by the smell of something burning. " No otra vez ..." he said, shaking his head disbelievingly. "She's going to burn the house down someday, at this rate." Cautiously, he made his way to the kitchen.


"¡Buenos días Toni!" you greeted him in his language. He smiled warmly at your notion, but it immediately turned into a grimace as the rancid odor of the overcooked dish made his way to his nose.


"¡Buenos días, mi querida. What are you doing up so early? And what is that smell?" He questioned, holding his nose to block out the stench.


"You see, Toni, since you always make breakfast, I thought I should surprise you and make you breakfast instead!"


"Ah, I see. (Name), mi querida, uh…what exactly were you making?" He said his voice nasally because of his prevention of letting the smell affect him.


"Churros!" you said, giggling at Antonio's antics.


"Hmm…I see. Hey (Name)! I have an idea! Why don't we make churros together? But first, let me clean up this mess…" he suggested, as he made his way to the stove. "Dios Mio! (Name), how did you manage to burn the dough?!" Antonio exclaimed, aghast.


"Um…not enough water?" you replied sheepishly.


He silently nodded his head as he cleaned up the mess you had caused. You offered to help him, but he turned it down and shooed you out of the kitchen. Soon, he had completed the task, and decided that he should get all the ingredients in place. "That looks about right…" he thought to himself as he called for you to re-enter the now spotless kitchen.


"Come by my side, mi amor, and I shall show the true art of making churros that we Spaniards are known for!" He jubilantly said, laughing that special laugh of his that made your heart flutter. Obediently, you did as you were told, and appeared at his side. He grabbed you by your waist as he placed you gently in front of him. You giggled coyly at his motion. "Now, mi bella, shall we start?"  He asked happily. You nodded earnestly.


"First we bring water, butter, 1 tablespoon of sugar, and ½ teaspoon of lemon zest to a boil in a medium sauce pan," He said, as he placed his hands over yours to guide you through the process. A look of determination graced your face. This had to be perfect, for him.


"Then, we remove it from the heat, and stir in the flour. Then, return the pan to medium heat and cook, stirring constantly with a wooden spoon—


"Like that?" you asked, interrupting his flow of instructions.


"Exactly like that, mi querida." He assured you smiling, as he placed a light kiss on your cheek.  You immediately blushed shades of red that put Antonio's prized tomatoes to shame.

"Keep stirring until the dough forms a smooth ball, about 1 ½ minutes. After that, we transfer it to a mixer bowl, and let cool for 3 minutes. With the mixer, mix at medium speed; add the egg, and beat until the dough is smooth and shiny, about 3 minutes.—


"But the dough looks all curdled and weird!" You whined. Antonio pulled you closer, and whispered reassuringly into your ear, "Don't worry, (Name). The dough will look all weird at first, but just keep beating the mixture until it becomes smooth."


"Now, let's Heat 2 inches of oil in a heavy-bottomed pot. That's right, you're doing increíble! Make sure the oil is hot, but not too hot that it will scorch the churros, okay?"


"Okay!" You said happily, seeing how well the churros were coming along.


"Fusososososo~ let's get down to mixing the cinnamon and sugar. I'll get the cinnamon!" He said, like a young child choosing his favorite toy when a close friend comes over.


"Okay and I'll get the sugar!" you said, laughing joyfully at his childish act. You reached up to get the sugar, but it was just a little out of your reach. Suddenly, you felt yourself being lifted by a pair of strong arms. You squealed at the sudden action, while Antonio laughed loudly. His laugh seemed to ring through the house, filling it with happiness and joy.


He let you down softly, to make the sweet and spicy mix, while sharing a kiss with equal passion and fire.


Antonio spooned the dough into a pastry bag fitted with an open start tip. He held the pastry bag a few inches above the oil, and piped 5-inch lengths, moving the bag in circular motions while piping, creating decorative shapes. He then cut the dough with an oiled knife.  You fried, turning it once, until it was golden brown, which was about 2 minutes.  You then drained the oil off the golden rods, their aroma replacing your earlier odor. Antonio and you hummed a cheerful tune of "La passion no se detiene" as you dropped the churros into the cinnamon and sugar mixture.


"And there we have it.  Un lote perfecto de churros!" exclaimed Antonio after all your hard work. You let out a sound of agreement at his observation.


You proceeded to set the table for breakfast when three familiar voices were heard from the living room.


"Kesesesese~ Antonio! It has been too long!"


"Ohnohnohnohn~ Yes it 'as, mon ami!"


"Fusososososo~ Si, it's been a while! But what are you all doing here?"


"(Name) called-a us here, you tomato loving bastardo."


"Aww Lovi, can't you be a little bit nicer?"


"No, I can't."


"Welcome everyone!" you said, sensing the fight that was about to break out between your husband and his best friend. "I called you here for a special reason. I made churros!" You started as three figures rushed past you to seat themselves at your table. You let an amused expression grace your face as Antonio let out an amused chuckle. You both served your guests the delicious Spanish delicacies, along with their preferred choice of beverage.


"(Name), why did you call them here, mi querida?" Antonio questioned after half an hour of cheerful banter, and listening to the perfect unison of the unique laughs of the three friends, as they teased the spitfire Lovino.


"Oh, I almost forgot! Antonio, as you know, you are the especia of mi vida?"


"Si, and you are the azúcar para extraer," he said sweetly as he leaned over to place a small, sweet kiss on your lips. You smiled as you broke away.


"Well, like the cinnamon and sugar, we became one. Antonio, mi amor, I'm pregnant."
A moment of silence ensued as the news sunk in.


Antonio lifted you up and spun you around, kissing you passionately. Francis and Gilbert gave drunken whoops of cheering, while Lovino thumped Antonio on his back saying "You-a actually-a did something-a right for once, you tomato-loving idiot!"


"No, Lovi, I did two!" retorted Antonio, still laughing.


"And what's the other one?" said Gilbert, Francis and Lovino at the same time.


"I married the azúcar de mi vida!" Said Antonio triumphantly, snuggling his face in the crook of your neck, while his strong tan arms wrapped around you from behind.