Life As We All Knew It

"I assume because I know you. Have known you for 17 years now. You always have and always will be the overprotective Viper." John chuckled.

Randy crossed his arms. "So?"

John shrugged. "Alright." He said. "I should go get breakfast ready for you guys." He said, sniffling and started to get out of bed.

"No, no, no. You stay here. I'm going to take Gianna and teach her how to cook," Randy said, laying John down and getting up himself.

John smiled softly. "Thanks baby." He said, curling up under the covers, his body relaxing.

Randy smiled and kissed his cheek, walking to Gianna's room and knocking on the door.

Gianna looked up. "Entrare!" She called. She had been learning Italian from John.

Randy walked in. "Don't speak Italian to me," he said. "Now, come on. We're gonna go learn to cook."

Gianna blinked but shrugged, following her father downstairs. "I never cooked before... what are we making?"

"Breakfast," Randy replied as he walked into the kitchen, walking over to the fridge. "And it's your Mother's fault you never cooked. He shelters you too much."

Gianna shrugged. She saw nothing wrong with that. "You should make something special for Mommy.... since he's sick and all." She suggested.

Randy chuckled. "It won't matter what I make. He's pregnant. He'll either eat it or throw it up."

Gianna chuckled. "I guess... but still. Make him tea or something..."

"I will. Don't worry. Now, we're gonna make some panqueques," he stated, pulling out the ingredients.

Gianna blinked. "You mean pancakes? Or are you saying it in Spanish to make it sound fancy?" She giggled.

"I'm saying in Spanish because you and your mother insist on speaking to me in Italian when you know it pisses me off," Randy replied.

Gianna pouted. "I'm Italian, I should be able to speak it. And I'm in Spanish class, so you're outta luck with speaking to me in Spanish. I know what you're saying." She said, crossing her arms.

Randy smirked. "Until I start speaking German," he said.

Gianna smirked. "Mommy's teaching me German to." She said with a cocky grin. "So... how do we make pancakes?"

"How can Mommy be teaching you German when Mommy doesn't know German?" Randy asked. "We mix the ingredients according to the directions on the back."

Gianna blinked. "Yeah he does. He knows Spanish, French, Italian, German, and Japanese." She said and looked at the back of the box. "Too complicated, can you do it?" She whined.

"Well, then you're mother lied to me when we got together," Randy said. "And it's not complicated. Seriously, I learned this on my own."

Gianna chuckled, shaking her head before going over the instructions again. "Stupid cooking..." She muttered and went to go get out the ingredients.

"Princess, all the ingredients are here," Randy pointed to the counter.

Gianna groaned. She sighed and stared at the ingredients. "Now what?" She asked.