The TSB fanfic 🐻‍❄️🌊🔪🌲 (Cole x Peter)

Cole and Peter- Part 34

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(Written back in July 2024)

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Cole's pov
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"Hey, Cole?"

"Yeah, baby?" I asked, both of us laying on our bed together.
I was lazily leaning against the headboard while Peter was sprawled out, laying down around my legs.

"Are you bored?" I asked, playing with his curls.
While he was staring up at the ceiling blankly.

"No- yes. I'm hungry." His head tilted back to stare at me.

"Okay... and?"

"And!? Feed me! I need attention! And love!" He said dramatically, his arms up in the air.

Chuckling at him. "Okay. I'll make us something."
Rubbing his head one more time, leaning down to kiss his forehead before getting up.

"Thank you!" He called out as I walked out of the room.

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While I was in the kitchen, cooking us some lunch.
Peter finally came downstairs.

Glancing over at him, rubbing his eyes.

"You tired, baby?" I asked.

"Mm. A bit." He yawned. "I dunno why."
He shrugged it off, putting his arms around my body.

"How long will food take?" He whined, resting his head against me.

"Like half an hour. Maybe a bit more."

"Half and hour! But- I'm hungry now!" He complained.

Stopping what I was doing to look at him.
"Baby. Just sit and wait. It'll be ready soon. Okay? I love you." I said, kissing his forehead again.

Even though he was only slightly shorter than me, it made me feel- good I guess, to give him forehead kisses. It made me feel like the protective boyfriend with my adorable little ginger boyfriend.

Even though he can be a bit- dominant...

Peter went into the living room to watch something, while I kept cooking for us. Thinking about him, putting love into the food.

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"Foods ready!" I called out.

Hearing Peter's loud stumbles through the house as he ran towards me.

"Jeez. Relax, baby." I said, putting my arm out in case he fell.

"Just give me food!" He whined.

"Baby." I stared down at him, while he was intensely staring at all the food.
"Baby." I said drawn out, in a sing-songy voice.

"What!?" He complained, looking up at me with a frown.

"I know you hungry. But can you at least say thank you? Or, I dunno. How about 'I love you'? Hmm?"

After a moment he relaxed, taking a deep breath.
"Sorry. I love you and thank you." He smiled, saying it quickly.
"Now can I please eat!?" He begged.

"Yes, baby." I said. Giving him yet another kiss.

If I had a dollar for every time I kissed him- we could... I dunno, move to the island or something.

Maybe me and him will live in our own house one day... maybe we might get married in the future or something. Who knows...
I just know I love him.

Peter grabbed his plate of food and sat down at the table. Getting my own plate, I sat down next to him.
Both of us scarfing it down. We probably should have eaten breakfast.