LoveBite [2]

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Summer time is almost here and with just two short weeks until Anya becomes a sixth grader, she's finally learning to make her own school lunch. She can pack it all she wants, but Satine was scared of a ten year-old handling a knife for making sandwichs and the thought of her using a spoon just confused her. So now that she's getting older, Peter decides that it's definitely time, especially when he started learning at nine.

Anya learned to make breakfast for herself when she was six, but she couldn't reach the milk so they put it on the bottom shelf of the fridge door. Then she also couldn't reach the cereal so that too went on the bottom shelf in the pantry. The plastic bowls, spoons, and forks were put in the same area and everything glass was kept high in the cupboards. Now she uses regular silverware and if she wants to climb onto the counter, she can use a glass bowl, just as long as she's extremely careful.

Sitting on a stool, she listens to her dad explaining how to do it from the other side of the counter. Satine would help explain it too, but she's too tired to do much, so she just leans on the counter instead to at least be present.

"Even it out, so you don't get too much in one bite." Peter motions and Satine pushes herself to stand.

His attention quickly turns to her as she pushes her hair behind her ear. He sees that she's okay and looks back as she pushes her hands under his shirt and wraps her arms around him, pressing her front to his back.

"It'll be way too overpowering if you leave it clumpy." He goes on and Anya nods as she sits up on her knees to make it easier. "Taste disgusting."

"You sound traumatized." Anya smiles and Satine chuckles.

"I am." He nods surely with raised brows. "It was a terrible experience. The jelly was too much." He shakes his head and she laughs. "My dad made my lunch once and I never wanted him to do it again."

"How many times have you made my lunch?"

"All the time." He shakes his head and pats Satine's hand and she shrugs.

"I don't wanna do it." She mumbles and he smiles.

"You do everything else, so I guess I'll take this."

"Then, what're you gonna do now?" Anya sets the knife down and closes her sandwich.

"Uh..." He looks back and Satine lifts her head with a raised brow. "I am going to cheer you both on like the proud husband and father that I am." He smiles brightly, full teeth, and Satine shakes her head.

"You could drop her off at the bus stop every morning." She lays her head back down and he nods.

"Then I'll do that."

Anya giggles as she gets down from the chair and heads to the pantry. She grabs a bag of chips, some fruit snacks, and a snack bag of goldfish. Now because she's still too short to reach the sink, she drags the stool over to fill up her water bottle before dragging it back to its place and putting tomorrows lunch in the fridge. She heads off to brush her teeth next, one last thing before she has to go to bed.

Left alone as just Satine and Peter, she closes her eyes while nuzzling into his shoulder and hugging herself closer to him. He doesn't move an inch, to keep her where she is until he hangs his head to look down as her palm flattens on his abdomen.

"What're you doing?" He asks as she grazes her hand up and down his abs and she raises her brows.

"Hmm?"

"You're supposed to be sick." He nods with a smirk and she grins a bit. "Faker."

"Just because I'm sick doesn't mean I don't wanna touch you."

"Perve." He nods in conclusion and she snickers. "That is a pervy thing to say."

"I'm gonna get you." She mumbles in a low song and his jaw drops with a small laugh.

"What --?"

She pushes her hand quickly in his jeans and he jumps and pulls her out before he swings around and her eyes widen with a smile.

"Woah!" He backs up with his hands up. "You cannot just grab me like that." He jokes and she breathes a small laugh. "Do not touch this." He waves his hand around it and she raises her brows at him.

"Alright, fine." She shakes her head and he nods.

"Yeah."

"I won't touch you there."

"That's what I thought."

"Ever again." She shakes her head and he puts his finger up.

"Too far." He nods and she laughs. "Calm down. That is way too far."