Ink POV
  "Give it back!"
  "No!" I said, jumping on top of the fridge.
  "Ink, please, I'm trying to make breakfast."
  "No. You can have it back when you stop cutting."
  "It's a butter knife! It can't hurt me."
  "Says the guy that almost choked to death on a life saver"
  "...fuck you."
  "I mean, if you really want to. The kids are still sleeping."
  He blushed.
  "You know what I meant!"
  I see our two four year olds walk in and they were so confused.
  "Mommy, how'd you get up der?" Pj asked.
  "Can I join you?" Gradient asked. 
  "No. Your mother's grounded apparently." Error replied.
  "Hey! I am not!"
  "Yeah daddy you can't ground mommy." Gradient said.
  "Why?"
  "Because she can kick your butt." Pj replied.
  "...I feel so betrayed right now."
  "I love you."
  "I love you to Ink. Now get off the damn fridge and gimme the knife so I can cook."
  "No."
Error smirked and started to leave. Shit! Is he gonna hurt himself!? I practically flinched myself from the fridge, almost hit the wall, and fallowed him into the living room.
"Now can I have the knife?"
"...I don't want you to hurt yourself..." I mumbled.
He kissed me.
"I promise I won't... would you feel better if you watch me to make sure?"
I nodded. He took the knife and I watched him cook. Pj and Gradient sat on the counter with me.
I could tell Error felt a little uncomfortable with all three of us watching him, but it's for his own good.
I promise. Am I going overboard? Yes. Do any of us care? No. Is it a problem? Probably. If he asks me to stop will I stop? Only if we make a blood oath that he won't harm himself.
  Maybe that's being unreasonable. And a bit of a contradiction, that would technically be self harm. A contract? Yeah, that's more sane. Not completely but, more sane than a blood oath.