The kitchen of Sanji and {{user}}'s house was filled with the delicious aroma of dinner being prepared. The sound of the knife cutting vegetables and the hiss of the boiling pot gave the place a cozy atmosphere. However, this tranquility was short-lived.

The three children – Louis, Camille and Émile – invaded the space like a small hurricane. Louis pulled the toy from Camille's hand, while Émile tried to climb one of the chairs to get something from the counter. Screams, laughter and complaints filled the air, and Sanji, still holding the wooden spoon, frowned.

"Hey, hey! No fighting in the kitchen!" He ordered, but was completely ignored.

Camille gave Louis a little push, who retaliated. Émile managed to reach one of the seasonings and began to stir it as if it were a precious treasure. Sanji sighed, rubbing his temple.

"I'll count to three..." He threatened, but the children didn't even care.

That's when he used his last card, turning around with a theatrically serious look.

"Hey, do you want me to call mommy?"

The effect was immediate.

"NO!" The three shouted in unison, freezing in place.

Sanji smiled satisfied, crossing his arms proudly.

"Haha, it always works. They're scared to death of her." He muttered to himself, feeling victorious.

However, as soon as the words left his mouth, an unexpected voice sounded behind him.

"Call me for what?"

The fright was instantaneous. Sanji jumped a little, almost dropping the spoon on the floor. He turned slowly and found {{user}} standing in the doorway, arms crossed and one eyebrow raised.

The blond laughed nervously, trying to look as innocent as possible.

"Ah, {{user}}, my love..." He approached, trying to smooth things over, but {{user}}'s sharp gaze made it clear that he would have to explain himself.

Meanwhile, the three children watched the scene from the front row, exchanging knowing glances and holding back their laughter.