Will had started to work a week before their marriage and had continued to move up at his company. He brought good money in, money that almost matched Nico's, who worked from home so he could watch Bianca. But one of the few things he hated about it was the fact that he couldn't take phone calls. It made him worry, made him anxious that he'd miss it if Nico called him about something important.

It wasn't until two months after they had adopted Bianca did he feel this fear as a reality for the first time.

He was punching out when he saw the ten missed phone calls, all from his husband. As soon as he did, his heart dropped into his stomach before speeding up, causing him to feel like he was going to throw up. What had he missed? Who was hurt?

"Nico?" Will finally got Nico to answer after three tries. "What happened? Is everyone okay?"

"Will..." Nico huffed. "We're fine, now."

"What happened?"

Nico sighed heavily. "You really want to know?"

"Nico. What. Happened."

"Bi saw this commercial for macaroni and wanted some. We had a box but I've never made it before. I wanted to know how you make it for her." Nico explained. "She was crying and screaming for the macaroni and I didn't know what to do."

"..."

"Will?"

"You called me ten times at work for macaroni?" Will asked. "You seriously did?"

"Yeah? What's wrong with that?"

Will hung up and stuffed the phone in his pocket, the situation finally dawning on him. As he got in his car, he laughed harder than he had in years. Nico di Angelo, stumped by macaroni. He never thought he'd see the day.

Everything had a first, it seemed.

When he got home the kitchen was a mess. Butter covered the floor along with what looked to be milk. It smelled like something had been burned but also had the scent of fast food. The windows were all open, trying to air the scent out that wouldn't disappear for another week.

"Nico?" Will put his bag down as he looked around the house, careful as he walked through the kitchen. "Where are you?"

"Will," Nico got up from the couch and waved his husband over. "I'm in here."

"Why does it smell like Boston Market?" Will wondered. "Did you seriously get Boston Market because you burned macaroni?"

Nico scratched the back of his neck. "Maybe...?"

"Why?" Will looked for his daughter to find her asleep by the TV, a take-out meal beside her. "You know it makes her tired."

"That was reason one," Nico admitted. "The second reason was that they have macaroni and she wanted some."

"You should have just explained that you didn't know how to make it." Will reasoned.

"I tried!" Nico insisted. "I tried! She wouldn't stop screaming for macaroni! I was scared the neighbors were going to call the cops on me."

"For macaroni?"

"For macaroni," Nico affirmed. "That's our little girl."

AN: Last chapter/snippet. Hope you all enjoyed and godspeed