Her Mafia Step Brothers and Mafia Boyfriend

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Y/n pov

I woke up from the little nap and looked at the little baby laying on top of me. I put the back of my hand on his forehead. I sighed.

Y/n : ( Quiet ) See, my little cutie, you got a fever.

He hums and snuggles his face in my chest. I caress his hair softly while he sighs in satisfaction. I took the pacifier from the nightstand and put it into his mouth. Then I slowly put him on the bed, not trying to wake him up. After I successfully did, I gave him his favourite plushie. I coverd him with his favourite blanket and then with the other duvet as he's shivering a little. I peck his forehead and went downstairs.

In the kitchen

I came in the kitchen and saw Jimin trying to take the cookie jar from the upper cabinets. His height wasn't helping him though. I laughed silently.

Y/n : ( In mind ) His height is short, but his anger and ego is 100 times higher than it.

I took the jar off the shelf and gave it to him. He glares at me and puts the cookie jar on the kitchen counter.

Y/n : ( Cold ) What? Why are you looking at me like that?
Jimin : ( Cold ) I didn't ask for your help.
Y/n : ( Cold) So?
Jimin : ( Cold ) Why did you help me?
Y/n : ( Cold ) Because I couldn't see a little shortie struggling like that.

I said, pretending to be sad.

Jimin : ( Cold, Shout ) I'M NOT A SHORTIE.
Y/n : ( Cold, teasing him ) Yes, you are.
Jimin : ( Cold ) I'm not. It's your fault. Why did you keep the cookie jar so high?
Y/n : ( Cold ) So kids like you can't get the jar and eat all the cookies.
Jimin : ( Cold, Frown ) I'm not a fucking kid.
Y/n : ( Cold, strict ) Language.
Jimin : ( Cold ) I will swear. I'm not a kid.

He argued back while crossing his arms.

Y/n : ( Cold, Raised eyebrows ) I think you are forgetting the rules.
Jimin : ( Cold ) What rules?
Y/n : ( Cold ) No swearing.
Jimin : ( Cold ) That was for the gaming room.
Y/n : ( Cold ) No, it's not. It's a rule for everyone living in this house.
Jimin : ( Cold ) What if I don't follow the rules?