A/N Hello :)
Grant and Lance are Phil's kids from a previous marriage. Antoine (known as Tripp..for his clumsiness) is Melinda's step son. Jemma, Leo and Skye were adopted by Phil and May together in the third year of their marriage; two sisters and their best friend who managed to stay together in the system.
May's ex is psychologist Andrew, who died suddenly in his sleep. Tripp had been living with them for a year prior to Andrew dying, after his mother had been killed in a car wreck. When Andrew died, Tripp's maternal and paternal grandparents were too aged to take in the boy, and neither Andrew nor his ex wife had siblings, so he stayed with Melinda, something she didn't mind.
Phil was married to Audrey, the cellist, but she left him for another symphony member, and due to her travelling schedule, their boys stayed with Phil.
Tripp and Grant are 17 years old
Skye is 16 years old
Lance and Leo are 14 years old
And little Jemma is 11 years old
At the beginning of this fic.
Knock knock knock
A giggle from behind the door. A lot of shushing.
Phil groaned. May pulled the duvet over her head. Phil pulled it back and covered them both.
"Answer the door Dad, or we'll come in whether you're decent or not!" shouted one voice,
"Preferably decent though!" shouted another,
More giggles.
More shushing.
A turn of the doorknob.
Phil smiled. He had remembered to lock the door.
Giving himself a mental high five for remembering something, he swung his legs out into the cold air of the bedroom, put his dressing gown on over his pyjamas and moved over to the door.
"If I unlock this door, what can I expect?" he asked his children through the pine, "Trick or treat?"
"Would we trick you and the lovely Melinda on your anniversary, Dad?" he heard his eldest, Grant, say
"Yes, yes you would Grant."Phil replied
"Dad, I am disappointed in the lack of trust we have in this family." Lance's voice crept through the door
"Always the comedian. Next answer please, someone I'm likely to believe." He heard someone being forcefully pushed in the direction of the door,
"Morning Dad."
"Ah Jemma. Good morning. So, what is waiting for me?"
"Toast that is going cold, coffee for you, also going cold, and Mom's tea, steeped to perfection. Tripp's signature waffles with nutella and maple syrup. And Leo and Lance have champagne poppers...sorry guys!"
Phil imagined the look his youngest was getting from her brothers right now. He let out a breathy chortle.
"Okay, okay, fun all spoilt, let us in Dad!" came Skye's voice
"Alright, settle down." He walked over to his wife's side of the bed and bent down so his face was even with her as she continued to lie down. "I know you're awake."
"Uh uh. Nope. Sleeping still." She let out a fake snore.
"Very cute." He pulled the covers off of her neck and prodded her shoulders until she sat up. "There we go, much better." She scowled at him. He bent and kissed the frown lines on her forehead.
"I'll let the mob in now then shall I?"
Cheers and whoops came from behind the door.
Melinda rearranged the pillows along the head board as Phil unlocked the door to reveal six children of varying ages, balancing various trays. They all looked at him in anticipation, as if waiting for an order to go to the bed and have their breakfast with their parents.
"I was told there were poppers?" Phil questioned his younger sons, who scrambled in their pyjama pockets, and pulled out champagne poppers, and set them off over their siblings, and the breakfast.
"Hey hey, watch the maple syrup!" Antoine complained
"Hey hey, ignore the maple syrup," Grant stopped an argument before it began, "Like we practiced...1...2...3..."
The six faces in the doorway turned away from the younger boys and the silly string that had stuck to everything and everyone, and to Phil and Melinda, and shouted in chorus,
"Happy 4th Anniversary!"
