For Him (Tracob)

Troye's pov

"I don't care what argument you present me with, cereal is not a soup, Troye Sivan."

"But fruit salad is a salad? If you think about it, fruit salad pushes the rule of salads too much to be a real salad, but cereal, think about it. It's just soup."

It's just after 6pm. Jacob is standing at the stovetop, stirring the pot of pasta for dinner. I'm seated at the dining room table, one leg tucked underneath me, and the other extended, propped up on a chair. Rosie sits on my lap, opening her mouth obediently every time I bring a spoonful of mashed butternut squash to it. Jacob is ignoring the good point I just made, turning to get two spoons and bowls and bringing them over to the table. He steps around Blue, who's sitting on the floor next to the kitchen island playing with a bunch of stuffies, and sets the dishes out on the table, turning to me when he's finished, and tugging at his wedding ring.

"Troye, I didn't want things to end this way, but I can't be married to someone who thinks cereal is soup."

"Look, I'm just as uncomfortable as you are, but look at the facts here. All signs point to yes. It's soup. Breakfast soup if you will."

Jacob's eyes widen. "I'm calling our lawyer. I need a divorce attorney ASAP."

I spoon some more squash into Rose's mouth. "Can I keep your last name, for the sake of convenience? Troye Bixenman doesn't wanna be cancelled. I like the way it sounds."

"And I didn't ever want to hear the words breakfast soup but here we are." Jacob shudders, going back to the stove to grab the simmering pot. I snatch his abandoned wedding ring off the table, looking over at him. "Baby."

He sets the pot down on a trivet. "What?"

I chew the on the inside of my lip, pouting a bit. "Don't divorce me over breakfast soup."

Jacob breaks into a wide grin, leaning over me, pushing my unruly hair off my face, and cupping my face to kiss it, wiggling his ring back onto his slender finger while he's at it. "Tro, I was kidding, you know that, right?"

"Duh," I roll my eyes, swiping the taste of his vanilla chapstick off my lips with my tongue.

"Did I scare you?"

I scoff. "No."

Jacob raises his eyebrows, and I grumpily give Rose more squash.

"Maybe just a little."

He chuckles, kissing my head and then Rose's. "Sorry, angel. I wouldn't leave you in a million years. Hey you're hungry, right?"

"Starving."

Blue waddles over when she sees Jacob dishing up food. She holds her hands out to me. "I eat?"

"Yeah, sweetheart, come eat." I pop her in her highchair and spoon squash into her mouth as well as Rose's. Between feeding the two of them, my own food sits untouched in front of me.

"You want me to grab an applesauce or something for Blue? She can feed herself now."

I look at the two girls, adoring the way their little mouths open wide in anticipation every time I bring the spoon near. It makes me kind of sad to think that hypothetically they can both feed themselves now. "I like feeding them," I tell Jacob.

"Okay," he shrugs, scooting his chair closer and turning it so he's almost facing me. His knees bump against mine. He twirls his pasta on his fork. "Want a bite?"

"Please." I accept the offered forkful of food. It's delicious. Pasta is truly something else. Jacob is such a blessing.

"You wanna watch a movie with the girls after dinner? I told them that we could, earlier."