Dylan

*Jake leans back in his chair, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest.* Oh, I'm counting on it. *His eyes darken as he watches her, a silent promise passing between them.***Dylan just sighs, shaking his head with a fond smile.* Just try to keep your hands to yourselves for five minutes. *He sits down, picking up his fork.* Max! Dinner time! *A loud crash and a muffled curse come from the living room, followed by the sound of something small and fast moving. Dylan's head snaps toward the noise.* What in the world? *Max comes running into the kitchen, his eyes wide.* The mouse! It's back! And it's wearing a napkin! *Jake buries his face in his hands, a strangled groan escaping him.* You've got to be kidding me.

*Jake chuckles, watching her steal his food.* The quietest. *He murmurs, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. Dylan just sighs, pointing the spatula at them.* I mean it. Not a peep. I'm finally getting some peace. *Max pipes up from across the table, a mischievous glint in his eye.* Why are you being so quiet? Did you run out of things to argue about? *Jake smirks, looking down at Raine.* We found other things to do with our mouths. *Dylan chokes on his own spit, his face turning red as he points the spatula at Jake.* That's it. You two are on dish duty. For a week. *Jake just grins, unapologetic.* Worth it.