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anon asked: I feel like Sonny goes really well with “I’m baking pumpkin pies, and unless you want to help, get the hell out of my kitchen.”

Even though the parade was on in the living room everyone had seemed to drift to the kitchen. Nick was bouncing Noah on his hip and laughing about something while Amanda and Olivia were in deep conversation across from him, pausing only to pour more champagne in their glasses with a splash of orange juice. Fin was with his son and his family, but Melinda and Barba were leaning against the cabinets and laughing about something that had Melinda swatting at Rafael while he smirked at her. Your cell phone buzzed in your back pocket and you pulled it out to see Mike’s name on the screen with a text that he was downstairs.

“Can someone buzz Mike in, please?” you called over the low din, making sure to tilt your face away from Jesse where she was sitting on your hip.

“I’ll do it,” Melinda offered immediately, still laughing at Rafael and shaking her finger at him. “I’ve had enough of this man and his trouble anyway.”

Rafael popped another bite of baked French toast in his mouth before throwing his hands up in a parody of innocence. You shook your head at the two of them and smoothed Jesse’s hair back with one hand before turning to Sonny. Before you opened your mouth he was suddenly pausing and tossing a hand towel to the counter in exasperation.

“I’m baking pumpkin pies, and unless you want to help, get the hell out of my kitchen!” he suddenly announced. The conversations came to an immediate halt, Rafael still looking amused as Nick raised his eyebrows in Sonny’s direction. Amanda opened her mouth to say something, but Nick interjected.

“I think Noah and I will go watch the parade,” he said with a wry smile. “I’m not in the mood for baking. Just eating. Isn’t that right, Noah?” he sang as he bounced Noah and turned on his heel. Rafael sauntered out of the room after snagging a bottle of champagne and in the background you could hear Melinda greeting Mike.

“Think I’ll go say hi to Mike,” Olivia said after a beat with raised eyebrows of her own. Amanda pointed at Liv as she scooped up her champagne flute. “What she said,” she agreed and the two of them headed into the living room behind Rafael.

Sonny turned to look at you and you just pursed your lips at him, feet planted. Jesse tugged at your hair and you brushed a kiss to her fat fingers and tickled her.

“I live here,” you told Sonny after a second with an amused grin as you pointed at yourself.

“I know. I didn’t mean you, doll. Course not,” Sonny replied as his posture deflated. “I just…I’m kinda nervous about messing up dinner. Think I overreacted.” His expression was sheepish and you walked over to rub his back. He had a full apron on and you pressed your lips together to hold back your smile.

“It’s alright. They understand…and it was a lot of people in here,” you replied soothingly. “Our kitchen isn’t that big.” Sonny let his head fall to your shoulder and you continued to rub his back as you bounced Jesse lightly. Footsteps behind you had Sonny pulling away and you turned to see Mike cautiously walk into the kitchen.

“Just wanted to say hello,” he greeted slowly with a small smile. “Heard the kitchen is supposed to be cleared, but I did bring some more dessert. Not pie,” he hastened to add.

You laughed and let go of Sonny in order to give Mike a one armed hug. He returned your hug and dropped a kiss to Jesse’s head.

“Go to see you, sarge,” Sonny said in a sheepish tone behind you.

“I’m being a bad host,” you apologized up at him. “Come get a plate. There’s still some breakfast left and I think there may still be some champagne in the living room if you want a mimosa.”

Mike smiled in thanks and grabbed a plate gratefully. You walked back over to Sonny and pressed a kiss to his cheek and grabbed his butt playfully.

“Alright, Jesse. I think Uncle Sonny wants some space to bake so why don’t we go watch the parade?” you sang to her and when she giggled you took that as affirmation.