Who's Your Daddy?

By hedwigmail

A/N: Inspired by Ali's prompt in the Bare100. Oh, you best believe it. Dedicated to Ali and the Baseball Innuendo Clan. Seriously, if you don't know, don't ask.

Christine rolled over in bed, opening one eye to see her mother kneeling in front of her.

"Chrissy? Honey, you need to wake up." Ivy smiled, brushing her daughter's cheek with the back of her palm. "You know what day it is, right?"

Chrissy carefully sat up, looking hopeful. "Christmas? Halloween? My Birthday? Any day without daycare?"

Ivy smiled, stroking her daughter's hair. "No, honey. It's June. It's Father's Day, silly."

"Oh…" Chrissy sat up, wiping her eyes. "Then why do I have to get up?" She moaned, pulling off her sheets and standing unsteadily.

Ivy smiled encouragingly as she grabbed her little girl's robe and helped Chrissy into it. "But Pumpkin, we need to make Daddy breakfast. It's our tradition. Don't ya remember?"

Chrissy mumbled a reply as she stepped into her fuzzy robe and followed her mother out into the hallway and to the kitchen of their apartment. "Are we having pancakes?"

Her mother sighed and gave in, pulling out a mixing bowl and a frying pan. "Okay, if you really want them. I sure you'll Dad'll love whatever we make as long as you help."

Chrissy nodded back, finding some fruit and asking her mom if they needed a fruit salad. She took the safety knife she was handed and cut a pear, some strawberries and a small bit of melon into uneven cubes.

Ivy mixed and flipped pancakes, arranging them as best she could and placing them carefully onto a plate before moving on to Chrissy's pancakes. She packed as many chocolate chips as she could into two pancakes, glancing over every now and then to make sure that her daughter hadn't hurt herself with the least sharp utensil in any kitchen.

"Are you almost done, Hun?" Ivy turned, bringing the plate over to the tray she had set out the night before. Christine nodded and brought over her messy fruit bowl and set it down, wiping her hands on her bathrobe. Ivy laughed and pulled out a napkin, wiping off her daughter's hands for her.

"Okay, we ready?" She picked up the tray and turned to Chrissy, who smiled at her. Chrissy followed Ivy down the hallway to her parent's bedroom.

Ivy backed through the door and nudged her head towards the bed, making sure she was being followed. "Honey?" Ivy asked louder, addressing her husband.

He sat up, smiling at them. "Hey, look, it's my two favorite girls! What have you got there?"

"DADDY!" Chrissy cried, jumping onto the bed, barely missing her dad's legs. "I made you breakfast!"

"Really?" He asked, looking to Ivy who shrugged and nodded, letting Chrissy take all the credit. "That's amazing Hun! All by yourself?"

"Yep!" She smiled, bouncing on the bed.

"Chrissy, I have an idea. Why don't you go back to the kitchen and start on your chocolate-chip pancakes that you so laboriously made for yourself? And we can come back and give Daddy his gifts when everyone's done."

Chrissy nodded, bounding off the bed and into the kitchen, waving her dad a goodbye.

Ivy smiled and set the tray down on the bed, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. "Happy Father's Day, honey."

He smiled. "Thanks for breakfast."

Ivy smiled back, stroking his face, "I love you, Matt."