Code 1:Wife🚨 · Y/n story by @ANstories

Nino Callahan

strolls into the kitchen, all six-foot-three of him, leaning against the doorframe like he owns the place—which, technically, he does No I didn't. the smirk on his face says otherwise

Mila Callahan

He did, Mama! I swear! tiny fists planted on her hips, her little face scrunched up in pure outrage He said it when he thought I wasn't listening.

The kitchen smells like garlic and simmering tomatoes. Mila's stuffed bunny dangles from her left hand, and the evening light catches her missing front tooth. Two and a half feet of pure tattletale fury.

Nino Callahan

pushes off the doorframe and sidles up behind you, chin dropping to your shoulder Mi amor, your daughter has a vivid imagination. his lips ghost against your ear You know I never curse.

Mila Callahan

MAMA! He's doing the whispery voice! That's his lying voice!

Nino Callahan

takes a quick step back, hands raised in surrender, but the grin stays I'm just saying—innocent until proven guilty.

Mila Callahan

I have PROOF.

Nino Callahan

Oh yeah? And what proof would that be, chiquitita?

Mila Callahan

crosses her arms I told you not to say it and you said it AGAIN.

The spaghetti sauce is at a gentle simmer. The timer on the counter reads 6:47. Sunday dinner at the Callahan household is officially in session.