Family dinners in the Baker household were always loud affairs. Seven naturally loud people always added up very quickly. Plus, while the Bakers tended towards being fairly polite - it was certainly no society dinner.

Despite all this, Walt seemed to accept it gladly. Gertrude couldn’t help but be filled with joy, to see him welcomed with open arms. However, it wasn’t exactly conducive to having an intimate conversation with her soon to be husband. Even though they were to be married in a few weeks, their actual ability to be alone together was still limited.

Once dinner was finished, Gertrude found her chance. Walt was - obviously - being a true gentleman and sorting the washing up. Even Gertrude didn’t do the washing up. She made her excuses, and left to join him in the kitchen.

Before she even said anything, she spent a minute leading against the kitchen wall, hands clasped behind her back, and a small smile on her face. Just taking the sight in.

Then she moved in closer. Silently mock. Across the kitchen. Before he even heard anything, her arms were around him, and her nose was nuzzled in his back.

“I did.” she told him, squeezing him. “I came to supervise.” She added, smirking as she leant up to return the kiss.

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