Now as you know Kris Wu was a man of few words when it came to the immense stupidity of another inferior being, if someone had been carrying coffee on a tray and had suddenly fallen people may have laughed but he would only mutter 'ridiculous. Stupidity of another inferior being. If a clown had gotten an enormous pie smashed into his makeup filled face, people would laugh until tears began to run like water but he would just show only his face while so many words which translated to 'idiot' ran through his head.


Yes. To many Kris Wu was as fun and social as a brick wall. His employees had never seen or heard him laugh, but when they did they have this dying curiosity.


So as Kris sat at his kitchen table, one hand supporting his head and the other frivolously spinning a pen, he could only wonder why and how in everything he had been taught, his morals about not finding idiotic things humorous or not indulging in pointless laughter. He couldn't for the world figure out why he found the sight before him so....


Kris quailed at the word. Sure he had used it many times before, but never in a situation like this. Hazel eyes twinkled with unspoken elation as he watched the lean blond man on the other side of the table try and fruitlessly failed to open his new craving.


Pickles.


Kris had never liked the fruit... vegetable or whatever id that thing. He liked things that weren't too sweet or too bitter. He abhorred sweets, but loved the sweet filling in the muffins Tao made.


Ah...Zitao. The man was sweet to core not was he bitter. He was just right. But how can a man with black pearl eyes, blond hair, high pitch scream that can make a girl on shame and always blush at the simplest implications of not be sweet to the core? Believe it or not but the man had a dangerous sword and stick and a hard kick that can make you barren.


Kris shook his head as he focused on the one man comedy show infront of him. For the last twenty-two minutes, if his intramural clock was right—which it was, he watched his husband try and like he had previously mentioned fruitlessly failed to open the pickle jar. Now if it were anyone else, anyone without a black heart and the devil for an idol, they would've offered to help the suffering blond- but Kris wasn't just anyone, he was a Wu and Wu's don't offer help (unless in crucial situations) even to their suffering spouses who was two months along carrying his second child. Was he a demented cold hearted bastard like his husband called him?


Yes.


Did he care in the least?


No.

Was he going to help his pregnant blond anytime soon?


Hell no.


Why?

Because he was getting . Simple as that.


Unknown to him his seven year old son was standing by the doorway watching it all. Tao stared down the evil glass jar that contained the thing his baby currently wanted to chow down on. With a new determination he grabbed the jar again and twisted the cap. That wouldn't budge.


"Ahh...nghhh...mhmm"


Tao grunted out as he tightened his hold on the metal cap. Why wouldn't the damn thing budge! But he wasn't going to give up. His child was going to get pickles as long as there was Gucci!


"AH!...ohhh...nnnn! ah-!...ah-!"


Tao didn't even seem to notice when his significant other entered the room and sat down.


"C-come...ah!...o-on...nnnnn!"


The blond man didn't know how long he had been there trying to unscrew the damn thing but he was not giving up!