So I was going to put off posting this until I had all six parts finished, but, well, a certain someone over on Twitterland kind of gave me the kick I needed to actually get this posted.
Morning, Sunshine
Natalie felt that she didn't really ask for much when it came to her morning routine. After all, was it really asking too much to get a couple hours of sleep and for there to be at least one cup of coffee left in the pot for her? Of course, her greatest wish was pretty much an impossibility: for Gabe to stop acting like six in the morning was awesome.
She knew that is wasn't because Gabe generally got a full night's sleep, considering she heard him coming in at two or three and trying to avoid waking their mom up. Even with just an hour or two more than her, he still managed to look like he got more than the suggested eight hours. That smug bastard.
Of course, there he was, sitting at the table, eating breakfast, and animatedly talking to their equally awake mother. The moment he saw her, Gabe smirked. She braced herself, knowing what always came after he gave her that stupid, fucking smirk.
"Morning, Sunshine," Gabe said, his smirk only growing, earning him a scathing look and one raised middle finger. "Classy, Nat."
And, as it went every morning, Diana turned around right when Natalie was lowering her finger and Natalie got the usual admonishment and the questions about why she couldn't be more like her perfect, precious Superboy. Like every morning, that got her other look that she hated getting from Gabe. The sympathetic look that just seemed to say 'I'm sorry I'm Mom's favorite and you're not.'
Which could all be traced back to one simple fact, that it was just another morning in the Goodman household.