Birthday Surprises

"I wanna do it!"

" But I asked first."

"Shh."

Jamie and Sarah Bond quickly got quiet. They looked up at their father, waiting for his instructions. Sarah shuffled closer to Jamie and she glanced at him. Q watched in amusement. Jamie, being the older, stood tall with his arms crossed. He looked almost exactly like James in that stance. Sarah also had her arms cross but she was more relaxed.

"I know you both want to help, but you can't both take the tray. I'll carry it." Jamie and Sarah began to protest, but Q interrupted them. "Sarah, you'll carry the vase of flowers and Jamie, you the presents. Does that sounds fair?"

Both nodded, going to grab their tasks. Q smiled as they walked off, grabbing the tray. It was James' birthday and despite his husband's protest against it, breakfast in bed was organized. Q had picked up flowers (Jamie and Sarah had insisted) and each child had made cards and small gifts.

Jamie and Sarah leave the kitchen, each smiling. Q smiled at them, stifling a laugh as Sarah yawned. He jerked his head and both children followed him to James' and his bedroom. Sarah went ahead of her father, as she had a free hand to open the door. Q could hear his husband object already and started to plan the perfect speech. Although, he was sure any puppy dog eyes from him and their kids and James give up.

"Happy Birthday Papa!" Sarah said as she opened the door and walked in. Jamie went after her and Q followed slowly.

"So... breakfast, flowers and presents." Bond smirked at them.

Jamie laughed, climbing up onto the bed so he could be closer to his father, handing him the cards and gifts. "C'mere," Bond said, wrapping an arm around him and moving them both to the center of the bed. Sarah crawled up on the other side, snuggling into her father's side.

"Thanks sweethearts," Bond smiled at both children. He looked up at Q, glaring at him. He smirked, walking over and placing the tray over James' lap. Q sat down near James' legs, touching gently his knee through the blankets.

"You know these two," Q began, "they were as stubborn as could be and wouldn't give up on making you breakfast."

"Mmhh, wonder where they got that from," Bond teases him.

Bond picked up the fork on the tray and looked at his breakfast. It consisted of pancakes with the topping in the shape of a heart, and coffee. He smiled as he stuck his finger in the whip cream and ate some.

"Papa! You're supposed to eat it all together. Now the heart is messed up." Jamie said, obviously distraught that his masterpiece was ruined. Bond smiled at him, offering him some whip cream. Jamie, with the new proposition of whip cream, forgot about his fuss. Before Sarah could fuss, Bond offered her some as well. Q smiled at his family, watching as they licked the sugary substance off their fingers. Bond stuck his finger another time in the whip cream, offering it to Q. Slowly he licked the cream off his husband's finger.

"Ew!" Sarah and Jamie said simultaneously.

Q chuckled, watching as Bond smirked and started to cut his pancakes. Sarah fell back against the pillows, her yawning becoming more frequent. Jamie was watching his father, leaning his head against James' arm. Bond gently smiled down at him, kissing his hair.

"Good Papa" he asked sleepily, his eyes starting to close.

"It's delicious," Bond said, taking another bite of food. He took a sip from the coffee, leaning back against the pillows.

A warm feeling spread from Q's fingers to toes. Another smile forced it's way onto his face as he watched his children and husband lay in bed. Sarah was curled up in a ball on the pillows, and Jamie was right next to James. Q reached up and squeezed softly Bond's leg. He looked at Q.

"Yes?" Bond said with a mischievously glint in his eyes.

"Nothing."

He's offering Q some of his pancakes and he took a bite of food. After finish eating, Q took the tray, putting it on the chest at the end of the bed. He handed Bond the cards and presents, and Q grinned shyly.

Bond opened each card slowly, smiling at the wobbly written sentences. He traced his fingers over the small scene that Jamie had drawn; an agent - gun in his hand - trying to catch a criminal, and an computer. Yes, Jamie definitely is his and Q's son, he thought and chuckled.

"Thanks." Bond said, leaning forward. Q met him halfway and kissed him.

"Well… you deserve it." Q said, making Bond smile. Leaning back against the pillows, Bond wrapped his arms around both children and Q moved the blanket up to cover them. Q crawled up the bed, kissing his children's forehead. He then kissed Bond, touching his cheek softly.

"I love you, James"

"I love you too, Q."

Q laid out at the end of the bed. He listened as his family fell back asleep, as it was still early. He felt the bed move, and he turned his head towards the movement. James was looking at him. It's now or never, Q thought.

"How would you feel about a third child curled up in this bed?"

Bond sat up straight, as did Sarah and Jamie, both suddenly awake.

"We're going to have a baby?" All three said in unison, and Q smiled. He watched as Bond smiled brightly, and he moved up to kiss his husband. Sarah and Jamie cheered, and Bond absorbed the moment.

It was probably the best birthday he'd ever had.