Happy Father's day everyone! Just a little something that popped into my head. Before we start, let me just mention Ben is five years old in this story. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Descendants. I wish I did...
It was early morning on Father's Day and no one in Auradon was awake yet. No one but a 5 year old, brown haired child living in the king and queen's castle. This little boy's name was Ben and he was the son of King Beast and the wonderful queen Belle. He wanted to cook a special meal for his daddy. Unfortunately, the task wasn't going to well for the poor kid who had never baked alone before.
Pulling himself onto a chair to reach the counter, Ben looked at the recipe book. He sounded out the letters of the ingredient out loud: "F-l-o-u-r." He hopped down to the floor and opened one of the bottom cabinets. The young boy pulled a heavy bag of flour out and it accidentally spilled all over the floor. Ignoring the mess, he added the ingredient to his bowl. "Prince Ben?" Asked Mrs Potts, who was coming to cook breakfast. The little prince was covered from head to toe in flour. "I'm making daddy bweakfast!" Exclaimed the young one while grinning excitedly. Mrs Potts glanced at the recipe he was following. He was trying to make an elaborate meal and very fancy meal which was very hard to make. "Why don't we get you cleaned up before making something a little easier?" She suggests nicely. Ben thinks about the offer for a second. "Will it be yummy?" Mrs Potts takes his hand and leads him to the bathroom so he could wash himself. "Of course it will."
"Okay, now mix it all up." Said Mrs Potts to Ben a little bit later. The prince did as he was told and a few moments later, the batter was ready. Mrs Potts poured the pancake batter onto the stove and cooked it until the color turned to a nice golden brown. She pilled them onto a plate and gave Ben some fruit to decorate it. He used a strawberry to make a big red nose, blueberries as a bunch of blue teeth. Two kiwi slices served as the eyes and the hair was composed of many rows of cut up bananas. The meal was generously drowned in maple sirop and, voilà!
Ben walked carefully up the stairs. His little hands were holding the tray tightly and he was going slowly as to not spill anything. The little boy felt a rush of excitement at the idea of surprising his father and a grin appeared on his little lips. He was glad Mrs Potts helped him find the pancake recipe; they looked delicious! He couldn't wait for his daddy to taste his culinary creation.
He knocked twice on his father's door. However, his hands were too small to hold the tray with only one hand. It slid out of his grip, it's contents falling onto the hallway's wooden floor. The little boy dropped to his knees and tried to put everything back on the plate, silently praying for the door not to open. No such luck. It opened up wide and his dad saw him with the big mess.
Beast kneeled next to his only son to help him pick up the fruit. "It was your bweakfast..." Said Ben in an upset tone. He was upset about having dropped the plate. "Are you mad, daddy?" Asks the 5 year old sadly. "Of course not sweety" answered Adam honestly, picking up the little boy in one arm and carrying the tray in the other. The king brought him to the kitchen and suggested: "Why don't we bake some more together, just you and me?" Ben quickly agreed, excitement in his eyes.
About half an hour later, the delightful aroma of fresh pancakes was floating in the air once more. Since Ben insisted on it, the boys made enough for the entire palace staff and they called everyone up to eat with them. King Beast was cooking the batter and Ben was decorating the pancakes with different fruit, creating various silly faces.
After they finished, Beast picked Ben up and kissed him on the forehead. The little boy says sadly: "Sowy I ruined your other gwift." Auradon's king tells his son: "You didn't ruin anything, Ben." He kisses him again on the cheek this time and adds: "you wanna know what I liked best today?" When Ben shakes his little head 'no' and furrows his little brows in deep thought, Adam laughs. He pokes his son playfully in the stomach and says: "I liked spending time with you, my little prince." That made the young boy very happy again and ever since that day, he and his dad cooked pancakes together every year on Father's Day.
I know it was short but whatever. I might add more if people want me to but I'm not really sure anyone will like this. Anyway, reviews are always appreciated and thanks for reading!
Xx Sasha xX
