"Hold it," Pacey had come into the kitchen, only to find his son struggling not to drop a cake. It had been sitting on the countertop, to which he must have tried to pull off and take elsewhere. He went over, standing beside Peter. "What are you doing?"

Peter's face was like a deer in a headlight. "I was trying not to let the cake fall, Daddy."

Pacey tried not to smirk. "Yeah?" He pushed the cake back, noticing the dab of frosting that was under Peter's chin. He gently ushered his son forward, sitting down and grabbing the paper towels.

"The wind blew it off," Peter nodded with a serious expression on his face.

"It does come through here hard," Pacey agreed, not pointing out that the window above the sink was shut.

"Are you going to tell Mommy?" Peter asked.

"You mean am I going to tell her you tried stealing the cake?" Pacey raised his eyebrows.

"I didn't steal it!" Peter protested.

"Well, not now," Pacey snorted. He wiped his son's face, having to grasp it because Peter grimaced and tried to move away. "You know Mommy said to stay out of it, it's for later."

"I know," Peter said. He looked down and then back up at Pacey with what he must have assumed was some sort of angelic smile. He put his little arms around Pacey's middle. "I'm sorry, Daddy."

Amusement reflected off of Pacey's face. He chuckled, "That cutesy stuff might work on your mother but it won't work on me."

Peter pulled away with a smile on his face. Pacey knew that smile. It was the smile of a child who had something he wasn't supposed to do. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I just wanted a little piece."

"You can get a little piece later," Pacey picked his son up and sat him down on the counter-opposite from the cake. He noticed a butter knife was taken out of the draw and a plate as well. "Did you get this?"

Peter ducked his head.

"Did you climb on the counter again?" He knew he wasn't supposed to. He'd been told time and time again.

Pacey let out an exaggerated groan, making Peter giggle. "What am I going to do with you?"

Peter shrugged.

"I know," Pacey grabbed his son in a flash, turning him over upside down. Peter's giggles turned a bit shrieky as he tried to squirm away. "I'm going to lock you in the closet for a million years!"

"No, no!"

Unbeknownst to both of them, Joey had come into the room.

"Pacey."

"What?" Pacey turned around, still holding their son upside down.

"Hi Mommy!" Peter chirped.

"Were you trying to get into the cake?" Joey demanded.

"What? No," Pacey chuckled again, "It was-"

"I told him not to, Mommy!" Peter told her quickly.

Pacey shook his head in faux betrayal. "It wasn't me, Jo. Your son tried to steal it."

"He'd never do that," Joey messed with him, giving him a grin before looking at their son. "Would you, Peter?"

"No," Peter said immediately. "It was all Daddy!"

"Really?" Joey said and then winked discreetly at Pacey, who turned Peter upright and placed him on the floor. "Well, that's too bad. Now Daddy isn't allowed to have any at all."

Peter gasped. "But Daddy likes chocolate!"

"I know," Joey said solemnly.

Peter glanced up at them with wide eyes. "Daddy didn't do it. It was me!"

"He didn't?" Joey pretended to look surprised.

"No," Peter shook his head and then hugged Pacey's legs. "I'm sorry, Daddy."

Cruel, Pacey mouthed to Joey, who shrugged. "It's okay, Buddy," he assured him, kissing his son's head. "Now go play with your cars and stay out of the cake."

Peter rushed out of the room, leaving Pacey and Joey alone.

"I wouldn't mind having some now," Pacey said.

"Nice try," Joey rolled her eyes. Then she put her arms around his neck. "I can give you something much sweeter."

"Oh, yeah?" Pacey closed the gap between them.

As cheesy as it was, this was much sweeter than the cake.