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"Caroline"
He begins, eyebrows raised and mouth twisted into what she deciphers as disgust.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
She rolls her eyes at that.
Just like she has done the other 5 times he asked her since he placed the tray down in front of her. Even when he was preparing the dish in the kitchen, his occasional groan didn't go unnoticed.
Especially now her senses were on overdrive.
She glances up at him, still the perfect picture of broody, and shakes her head right back.
"It's just food Stefan. What's the worst it could do?"
"That" he stretches out his arm and waves towards the bright pink bowl on the table. "Is not food Caroline."
She gives the food a stir and he shivers at the squelch it releases.
"Look at it... it's breathing."
Her lips crushed between her teeth to hold back her smile, she rises from her chair, swooping up the bowl in hand and making her way over to a retreating Stefan.
His hands have now risen in front of his chest, his head tilted to the side as he takes a step back.
Slowly.
One by one.
His voice is barely above a whisper and she nearly crumbles when she raises the spoon and he gasps.
"Wh-what are you doing with that?"
She stares back down at the brown liquid, what she assumed was the chocolate, a twinkle coming to her eye. Her feet still creeping toward Stefan as she continues to lift up the spoon and let the mixture drip back down.
"Since my cravings are so dreadful" she tips her head back dramatically"I thought you could share my burden. "
Stefan backs himself into the wall and Caroline's grin of satisfaction is nothing but pure evil.
"And I don't think you can judge something until you've had a taste."
She reaches him then, pushing the bowl right under his nose, whispering through giggles at the look of real terror across his face.
"Come on Stefan, do it for the baby."
Before she can say another word, she finds her hands now empty, the bowl and spoon alike safely in the hands of her opposition, a smile now smaller than hers spreading on his lips.
Her eyes meet his, both surprised and impressed at how quick he was to take the upper hand. And she's fast in her realisation when he dips the spoon into the goo and angles it just right.
Just not fast enough.
Her eyes clamped shut as a cold dollop landed straight on her cheek, Stefan's laughter tripling when it falls not so gracefully onto the front of her best white shirt.
And when she opens her eyes she sees the laughter for herself. His eyes squinty, mouth open wide and shoulders rising and falling with every chuckle. She can't say it didn't send a wave of heat down her spine.
Using his humour to her advantage, she gathers up as much as she can with her finger and smears it all over his mouth, decorating him with a messy moustache.
"Now you look like the old man you are."
He takes a step closer to her, bottom lip extended and nodding his head and gears himself up.
"Is this a challenge Mrs Salvatore?"
She bites her lip and nods "Oh absolutely Mr Salvatore."
Still stirring the bowl in hand, he hums. He outstretches one of his hands for her take, gripping it firmly as he makes his plea.
"Loser has to do the first diaper change."
She gives his hand a firm shake.
"Deal."
Using her hand in his, he pulls her in and plants a kiss square on her lips.
"Then game on"