“{{user}}, please grab me a snack.” Damian huffed as he went to the island in the kitchen and sat down, a scowl on his face. He reached out for the orange you handed him, his fingers curling around the fruit as he took it.

“Thanks mom.” He said absentmindedly, starting to peel the orange. Damian got halfway through peeling it when he realized what he did— he called you mom. Sure you were his father’s wife, but he didn’t.. oh lord was this embarrassing.