Disclaimer: I do not own Shane, Mitchie, or the rights to Super Smash Brothers.
Ben POV
"Shane," Mommy tossed a piece of paper at Daddy. Daddy didn't feel it. He was playing Super Smash Brothers with me, and I was winning.
"Shane. Could you come help with dinner?" Mommy tried again.
"Ha! I am going to beat you, Ben! Your Link is no match for DK with a gun!" Daddy shouted.
"No you're not! Link can throw bombs!" I screamed back.
"Shane! Benjamin!"
"I have a hammer! In your face!"
Mommy finally said quietly, "If you need me, Shane, I'll be at the bar."
Daddy dropped the controller and got up. "Mitchie…"
She smiled. "Good. Now that I have your attention, do you mind watching the potatoes and turning off the heat when they start browning?"
"But Mitchie," Daddy whined. He always says whining is for little kids. I laughed. "Why can't you do it? I'm in the middle of owning Ben at Super Smash Brothers!"
Mommy patted him on the head. "You can do that later, you big baby. Right now, you need to watch the potatoes because I'm making dessert."
"Dessert?" Daddy looked excited. "What are you making?"
"Brownies,"
"But Mommy!" I complained "Last time you made brownies, you made me go to bed before I got to eat any because it was late, and in the morning, Daddy had eaten them all!"
Mommy laughed. Daddy says Mommy's laugh is the best thing about her. He says that about everything, though. "It's okay, Ben. Daddy won't get any brownies this time. We'll share them."
"Mitchie!" Daddy pouted. "I want some brownies," He sulked. Then he looked happier. "Will you let me lick the spoon?"
Mommy sighed. "No. You cannot lick the spoon. That's now Ben's job. The potatoes, Shane?"
"Fine," Daddy stood by the stove and stirred the potatoes. Sometimes he turned around and stuck his tongue out at me. He shouldn't have eaten all the brownies last time. Then he could have had some this time.
Mitchie POV
When I was done stirring the batter, I tasted a little bit to make sure it tasted okay. Then I let Ben lick the spoon, and asked him if he thought it needed sugar. He said they didn't. I put them in the oven and started cleaning up. Shane came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Can I please have some brownies, Mitchie?" he whispered in my ear.
I turned around in his arms. "Shane, I sai-" He put his mouth on mine and slipped his tongue into my mouth. He slowly deepened the kiss as he pressed me into the counter. Shocked, I struggled to shove him off. "Shane!" I screeched, breathless. "What was that for?"
He smirked at me. "Well, you wouldn't let me lick the spoon. Actually, I'm glad you didn't. That was much better."
I looked away from his face and muttered "Bedtime, Ben."
"But Mom, the brown-"
"Bedtime,"
AN: Well, this is the first happy fic I've written in a while (Written, not published). Thoughts? Review and you get a brownie! :)