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Pina Pollo *Becky Lynch"

"You are losing to a tin can" you told your girlfriend Becky through your laughter. She has been trying for a solid ten minutes to open a can of pineapples for the pineapple chicken she wanted to make you both.

"Shut up! I almost got it. I won't let it win!"

"We literally have an electric can opener for this exact reason! Stop fighting with the can opener and just use that! Please I'm hungry." You wined. The clock on the stove read 8pm. It was getting late and you had a very light lunch, just a salad. You were about to take it from her and cook dinner yourself.

"I almost got it! Just hold on. I almost got it open" Becky told you as she struggled to open the can of pineapples. The most she did was dent the can.

"Give it to me, Let me try and see if I can open it."

She looked at you with a pout on her face. Before nodding and sliding the can towards you.

You tried to open it but the damn thing wouldn't open. Getting up from the kitchen table you slowly made your way towards the electric can opener on the kitchen counter.

"No, you don't! If you can't open it with the can opener, give it back! I'm not gonna let it win. We have to show the can who's boss and if you use the electric one, it wins."

"Becky, it's a can."

"So? A can that I'm going to open. Give it back." You signed at your girlfriend. Sometimes she can be so stubborn. You secretly loved that about her.

"Fine, but it's getting late and I'm starving. If you don't get open in the next five minutes, we are using the electric one."

She smiled at you as she nodded. Taking the can from you, she tried to open it again. You leaned against the sink counter as you watched your girlfriend still struggle to open the can.

"What if we use a different pineapple can? Would that still count as you showing the can who's boss?"

"No, lassie it has to be this one. Besides this is the only pineapple can we have."

Rolling your eyes at her, you moved to where she was sitting at the table and sat next to her. You folded your arms and laid you head on them as you watched her.

"Hey! Y/N Did you hear about the guy whose whole left side was cut off?"

"What? No? Is he okay?"

"He's all right now" you shook your head a little at her pun. Chuckling a little.

"I love you, you know that?" You told her a smile coming across your face.

"I love you too babe."

You leaned over to kiss her. grabbing the can opener from her and chucking it across the kitchen table. You pulled back, seeing as she still had her eyes closed. Taking advantage of the distraction that the kiss provided, you  quickly grabbed the can and rushed over to the electric can opener and opened it.

She looked at you with a slight glare.

"Traitor" she mumbled out as she stood and grabbed the now open can before pouring it in a bowl.

"I was a traitor that was hungry! Show some empathy."

"I'll show you some later tonight" Becky smirked at you as she started marinated the chicken.

"Great, can't wait." You wrapped your arms around her waist, trailing tiny kisses on her neck as she laughed.

(A/N I don't own anything. Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy :).