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Doc's trying to get a little taste of the cookie batter Gabby's whipping up, and the Frenchman just swats his hand away.
"Baby, I been eatin' cookie dough for at least fifty years and I ain't never got no salmonella."
"All the more reason not to chance it at your age! Do you know how embarrassing it would be to die by cookie dough!?"
"At least I'd die doing what I love." Doc sneaks a finger into the mixing bowl and licks it.
Gabby sputters and smacks his butt playfully with a spare wooden spoon.
Doc flinches. "Agh! You're worse than old Granny Louis, God rest her soul!"
"Patience, chouchou," Gabby smirks and raises a brow. "Unless you'd enjoy a spanking."
Doc chuckles, leaning in close to his man from behind. He lowers his voice and rasps into Gabby's ear. "I dunno, baby, should I press my luck?"
Suddenly the sound of gagging fills the air. Mac pokes his head through the doorway of the kitchen.
"There are children present!" he complains, despite being of legal age at this point.
Doc laughs. "Oh, so now you're a kid. What happened to 'I'm a man now, Doc, don't smother me?'"
"Yeah, you’re smotherin’ me. Smotherin’ me with this gushy stuff every time I come home! Jeez!” Mac says, exasperated.
“Now, Doc,” Gabby interjects with a wry smile. “I think this is all still new to the boy. Maybe he needs a bit more…exposure to get used to it. What do you say?” he says, leaning in closely to Doc’s face.
“I think you might be right on the money.” says Doc with a glint of mischief in his eyes.
“Mmmmwah!” the two vocalize with an exaggerated kiss, followed by several more theatrical quick smooches.
“AGH!” Mac groans with playful annoyance, covering his eyes. “I’m going to bed early!” he says, turning on a dime and going down the hall.
“Nighty-night, son!” Doc calls after him. “Don’t be upset if there’s no cookies left for ya in the mornin’, though!”
“Bonne nuit, Mac!” Gabby says in turn.
“I’ll manage. Night,” Mac says. Doc and Gabby chuckle at Mac’s petrified reactions to their affection. They’d been “official” for well over a year now, whatever that means at their age. Perhaps it was a good sign that Mac was willing to play along, even in his own juvenile way. Nobody likes to see their parents getting all lovey-dovey. If he really hated it, he’d just ignore them.
“...Love you guys,” a hesitant voice called again from down the hall, followed by the sound of a bedroom door shutting.
The two men suddenly look at one another with tenderhearted surprise. He isn’t the type to make those kinds of declarations, especially not in reference to Gabby. The last of the worries that Doc had about Mac adjusting to their changing family dynamic faded away.
That’s our boy.