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Kaleb frowned. "Finish your food," he demanded.

"Excuse me?" Sasha prompted quickly.

"I said finish your food," he repeated, sternly. "I want to see that plate clean, Sasha, and I'm not bluffing."

"Fuck! Why do you always treat me like a child, huh?" she snarled at him

"Because you're behaving like one, aren't you?" Kaleb retorted, his eyes raw.

"I'm full! I've had my fill! Isn't that a reason enough?"

"Oh no, it's not! You're going to finish the food, and you're going to stop whining."

"Don't say I'm whining! I hate it!" Sasha stood up stoutly.

"Then stop doing it! And sit down!"

"Are you my daddy or something?" She glowered.

"Oh, I can be one, Sasha, trust me." Kaleb smirked.

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck you, too, baby. Now sit down and finish your food. Some people are dying to have just a spoonful," he said and sounded earnest. "And you and the baby need it,"

Tired of his tyranny, Sasha decided to gobble the pasta as quickly as possible while looking sternly at him. He paid no attention to