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Chapter 62 - A Night with the Millers

- Chapter 62 - Me too, Race. Me too -
Warnings: mentions of burning pasta and Jesse's cooking skills
A/N, I've been wanting to post this chapter since I wrote it months ago! I'm so excited to see people's reactions! Enjoy!
Third Person POV

Jesse, Gabriel, and Emilio sat on one side of the kitchen table.

Gabriel was sat in between Jesse and Emilio.

Mr. Miller was finishing up a part of the dinner that he had helped Emilio make.

He hated to admit it, but the fifteen-year-old was a much better cook than he was.

Jesse liked to tease him about that.

Jesse leaned against the counter, watching his adoptive father. "Dad..." he started slowly, "are you sure you can make that? It seems complicated." He faked concern. "Are you sure you won't burn it?" he asked, a small smirk starting on his lips.

Mr. Miller rolled his eyes. "I don't think you should be speaking, young man," he told him. "You burned pasta."

Jesse pouted. "I didn't burn pasta."

"You very much burned pasta and it was painful," Emilio muttered from where he sat at the kitchen table, hiding his face in his hands.

Mr. Miller chuckled.

Jesse rolled his eyes. "Okay, but I'm seventeen," he pointed out. "You're..." he trailed off, "older than I am."

Amused, Mr. Miller looked over at him. "Are you calling me old, Jesse?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Emilio tried to stifle his giggles as he watched them.

"No," Jesse tried to explain, "I just have my whole life to learn how to cook. You... don't really?" He cringed at how it sounded.

Mr. Miller chuckled as he put the cover on the pot. "It sure sounds like you're calling me old, Jesse Rhys," he said. "You know what happens when people call me old?" he asked, turning around to face him.

Jesse stepped backwards slowly. "Please don't tickle me, I'm seventeen," he reminded him, putting his hands up as if he was surrendering.

Mr. Miller laughed. "You better run, boy! Being seventeen stops nothing!" he told him, pointing his ladle at him.

Jesse's eyes went wide and he quickly ran off.

Emilio's face was bright red from laughing.

Mr. Miller chuckled. "Don't worry, Jesse! You have your whole life to be ticklish, too!" he called after him, turning back to the food.

"I take it back!"

Mr. Miller and Emilio laughed.

Quentin Miller was snapped out of his memory by arms wrapping around his waist. He felt the same person pull him against their chest. He smiled. "Hello."

"Hi, love," Samuel Johnson, known as Mr. Johnson to the students in the room, greeted. He smiled as he rested his chin on Quentin's shoulder.

The darker skinned man looked up and smiled, turning his head and pressing a soft kiss to Samuel's cheek.

Samuel smiled. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too." Quentin smiled as he turned back to finish up the food.

"Yo, dude," Jesse started from behind them, "that is my father you're confessing your love to," he reminded him.

Gabriel and Emilio exchanged a look, both of them trying to muffle their laughs.