Jonathan kept his cool, “Keep it up and you’ll be the next thing I quit!”

Charlie shrugged, a mock look of terror on his face, “Just sit tight with Estelle, the last two dishes are almost ready!”

Jonathan chuckled, slipped off his blazer, and took a seat next to Estelle, watching her and Kya dive into their desserts.

He noticed a dab of custard on Estelle’s lips and reached for a napkin. Leaning in, he carefully wiped it away.

Kya, seeing this, also grabbed a napkin to help clean Estelle’s face while muttering, “Act your age, will ya?”

“Huh?” Estelle paused before realizing Kya was teasing her about being messy, and burst into laughter.

“Want me to snap a pic of your cream mustache?” Estelle shot back playfully.

Kya huffed, “I’m still a kid!”

Estelle retorted, “I’m only 260 months older than you!”

Kya counted on her fingers, but soon got lost, her digits insufficient for the task, leaving her adorably confused.

Jonathan watched their banter with a suppressed smile, imagining that,

was ready, and Estelle helped carry the

pudding with strawberries to warm

good to me; I almost hate to

side, “Don’t even think about it. Even if Emily and I are together, I promise

“You’d better stick to

“Of course!”

the table and called out

Kya, headed to the dining room, musing, “So, I’m invited as Estelle’s

think Emily and I cook for just anyone? You’re piggybacking on

“An honor,

laugh before settling into

the high chair, insisting on sitting with

touch of pride, wrapped an arm around Kya, “Can’t help it, Kya’s glued to me these days. She insists I put her to bed, braid her hair, and even decide which

“What did I

to keep a straight face, “You said if Charlie kept showing off, you’d toss him out the

“Come on!”

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