“Sweetheart,” Nick calls in a sing-song voice.
You set down your work to follow the sound to the kitchen where he said he’s working on dinner. It smells surprisingly good, to the point that even Sonny offered a begrudging complement not too long ago.
“Nicky,” you call back in a mockery of his tone.
“C’mere, gimme a kiss.”
Sonny looks up from his phone at that, eyes narrowed until you wave him off with a disinterested hand gesture. You drift into the kitchen and wrap your arms around Nick from behind like he likes to do to you, pressing a small affectionate kiss to the plane of his shoulder blade through the tight shirt you’re fairly certain he stole from Sonny.
“Anything else?”
“…I don’t know where you keep the olive oil.”
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