Alfredo Pasta and Cheesecakes
"What's on the menu tonight Jack?" Vincent walked in on Jack softly humming and stirring something. “Only your favorite, son.” Bless Jack, Vincent thought. The man knew when to whip out Vincent’s favorite, especially when he needed it. “It’s Alfredo pasta but the spaghetti version..” Jack sighed. He hated making it because it was unusual. “Michael would murder me if he found out I ate this… and that you cook this. Willingly.” Jack laughed and nodded. “True that.” “I heard that.” Vincent turned to find Michael sitting at their dining table. “Since when are you sitting here?” Michael smirked and made a show of putting his hand behind his back as if to retrieve a gun. Vincent shrieked and grabbed the only thing he could find. It was a spatula. Out of Jack’s hands. Before he could interce
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