Always Been Yours (Tessa and Nicholas)

Chapter 1176 Tickle

“Fine, then!” Kieran mumbled his rebuttal. In fact, he wasn’t sure if Nicholas would let him have the wine, so he just stared at Nicholas and hoped that he would agree.

Nicholas doted on his brother, so he asked Andrew to get some of his good wine for them, and the gentlemen popped the bottle open.

Oh, they need some drunk food for this. She made some drunk foods for them and served them up on the table. Kieran speared a piece of meat. It felt chewy and juicy. He couldn’t have enough of it.

“This is good. There’s nothing like Tessa’s cooking. Nobody cooks as well as she does.” Gregory raised his head proudly. “Of course. Mommy’s the best cook in the world.”

He really idolizes his mother. Kieran smiled, and he nodded. “Yeah, she’s the best cook I’ve ever seen. I envy you, Tim. You grew up with her cooking.” He looked at Timothy. Timothy arched his eyebrow. “You got a problem with that?”

“Yes, I do.” Kieran nodded jokingly. Timothy humphed. “So? She’s still my sister anyway, not yours.” “The hell she isn’t. She’s my sister-in-law.” Kieran cocked his eyebrow and looked at Timothy smugly.

Timothy shot him a glance and drove a point home. “She is, but she has a husband, a child, an unborn baby, and her husband’s parents on the list. I’m still higher than you on the priority list.”

Kieran shut up and speared more food. Disgruntled, he said, “I’m going to eat as much as I can. Tim, you grew up with her cooking, and you, Nick, you can have her cooking anytime you want. I don’t have that kind of luck, so I’m taking every chance I get.”

Gah, Kieran. Look at you, fighting over food. Have some dignity, will you? Nicholas shot him a look of scorn. “Tessa’s not your personal chef.”

Timothy nodded, and he retorted, “Do you know how hard cooking is? Nick and I don’t even want her to exhaust herself. You think you can waltz in and ask her to be your personal chef just like that?”

He emphasized the last sentence, and Nicholas played along by shooting his brother a killer glare.

Kieran wasn’t scared of Timothy, but he was terrified of his brother. If Nicholas took this the wrong way, it’d be over for him. “No, Nick. I didn’t mean that,” he apologized quickly. And then he said, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have dreamed of having Tessa cook for me. She’s a queen. She should be protected and cherished.”

Tessa thought this was amusing, and she chuckled.

Gregory joined in the conversation. He waddled about and cutely said, “If you want home cooking, why don’t you find yourself a girlfriend and have her cook for you?”

Timothy thought the boy had a point, and he nodded. “Greg’s right. You want home cooking? Get a girlfriend. Hands off my sister.”

“Yeah, uncle. Hands off Mommy. Get a girlfriend.” Gregory tried his best to look fierce, though he still looked cute anyway.

Oh, woe is me. I’m unloved, thought Kieran. “Greg, I’m your uncle. You can’t do this to me.” He crossed his arms and looked at the boy sadly.

The boy laughed, his voice silvery.

Oh, he’s so cute when he laughs. Kieran held the boy in his arms. “Oh, someone’s having fun bullying his uncle.” He tickled the boy, hissing, “I don’t need a girlfriend. I just need to focus on you, dear nephew. You’re so much fun.”

“But I don’t need you to play with me. I have Daddy, Mommy, and Uncle Tim. That’s more than enough for me.”