[Fraise] Culinary Cuteness (Bon Bon/Anon)

>It's a sunny tuesday afternoon, the weather ponies did an excellent job today. You're walking back home with a bag of sugar Bon Bon asked you to get her as she had run out at a critical time. Tough honestly speaking it wasn't as much of a plea as it was a command from her royal grumpiness. But you can't blame her, it's been a busy week with a plethora of holidays and anniversaries, the orders have just been showering in and she's had to wake up before sunrise every morning to work on the candies and chocolates to meet the deadlines.
>You arrive home soon enough, and the moment you open the front door you feel a young satyr's worth of force ram itself at your torso and wrapping around you.
"Hi dad!" Fraise greeted you with a smile and a strong, short squeeze
"Hey, champ! You're home already?"
"Yeah, miss Cheerilee had some urgent appointment so she let us leave a little early."

>You give his chocolate hair a good ruffle before hurrying to the bakery. Bon Bon had a very short fuse as you'd come to notice, every late second could increase the volume of her nagging by a decibel. You make the final rush and find your little sourpuss pony fiancee, her mouth pursed up, blue apron stained with stray drops of chocolate and hoof impatiently tapping the table.
"I brought the sug-"
"About time!" she rasps out and grabs the bag from your hand in a blur of motion "I bet you didn't even take a single running step!"
"Sorry, sorry."
>She pours the sugar into a bowl and gets back to work. You know this is the time when you leave quietly. As your about to turn around, a little character pops out from behind you.

>Not that he even needed to, unlike you. A single look at your little miracle, and queen curmudgeon's expressions changes in an instant. Like every frowning muscle in her face relaxing and changing into a gentle smile in a blink of an eye.
"Mon petit soleil" she says, with incredible warmth and the gentlest affection in her voice.
>Fraise hugs her mother and she gives him a silky smooch on his forehead. She was like a completely different pony than half a minute ago, just the sight of her son was able to melt all the negativity from her. Not once had she even as much as raised her voice against him. You were a little jealous about it, you always got a load of "constructive criticism" before sweet talking.
>They had a little chat about their days. You could really see where Fraise had got most of his characteristics from when they were standing close like that. His hooved legs pony legs had the same creamy color as Bon Bon's fur, a pink streak ran through his tail that curled at the tip, and his chocolate brown hair had a big, lone curl on the front right.
"Can I have a little chocolate? Just a mouthful!" Fraise begged, with his puppy dog eyes and all
"Not before dinner." Bon Bon calmly rejected his plea
"When's dinner?"
"At 5pm" you replied after a quick look at the peach shaped clock
"But that's four hours away! I'll starve before that, starve I will!" Fraise howled and put out his best dramatic performance "Oh, I can already feel myself withering away! The hunger, the hunger! In four hours, I shall be but a shell, a mere husk of a being!"
>Bon Bon booped Fraise's nose with her hoof, coating it in chocolate.
"I got a whole plateful of failed candies. If you can wait all the way until after dinner, they're all yours."

>Fraise swiped the chocolate from his nose with his finger, stuck it in his mouth and pulled it out with a pop
"I guess that's fair."
"Bonne garçon." she said in a tranquil tone, reached her hoof around him and gave him one more kiss on the cheek.
>Fraise left skipping out of the door, and you followed not far behind. You didn't want to ruin Bon Bon's mood, it was a rare occurrence that she was this serene. It reminded you of your wedding day.
"I'm going out with Breeze and Lifty, I'll be back for dinner!" Fraise shouted from the doorway and headed out.
>You guess you'll head out too, you remember having some business to do when suddenly a loud crash echoes from the back, followed by a loud "DAMNIT!" and a litany of unintelligible curses. Yeah, you're definitely going out.