Disclaimers: see part 1
Rating: PG
A/N: I've had Charles first Father's Day in mind for a while. I hope you like it.
The sound of thunder rolled over the house of Father's Day morning. Charles woke instantly; it sounded like shelling.
"Just a thunderstorm," Margaret said as she rolled into her husband's arms. "Happy Father's Day," she said as she kissed him. Her belly was butted up against his stomach and one of the twins gave an almighty kick which he was able to feel.
"My goodness, aren't we spunky today," he said as he rubbed the spot where the kick originated. Margaret laughed as her husband said good morning to the babies.
"So do I get breakfast in bed too I wonder?"
"I'm not sure, Emerson didn't sleep well last night," she explained.
"Why didn't you wake me?" he asked. "I would have stayed up with her."
"She was awake when I went to the bathroom around two. I peeked in to check on her and she was awake. I gave her another aspirin; she's still pretty sore, bruised and a bit swollen."
"I'll go check on her," he said as he swung his feet over the side of the bed.
He slipped on his robe and went to check on his eldest daughter. Charlie's bedroom door was open and the bed empty. He found Emerson and Mary's room in the same state but heard a faint noise coming from downstairs. He padded downstairs and found Mary cooking with Charlie assisting and Emerson sitting down with an ice pack on her leg.
"Hey Daddy. Happy Father's Day," Emerson said as soon as she saw him.
"Happy Father's Day!" the others said. Charlie jumped off of his stool and ran over and gave his father a hug.
"Breakfast will be ready in like three minutes. Is Mom up?" Mary asked.
"She is. Charlie, why don't you pop up and get her," Charles instructed.
As the little boy scampered up the stairs, Charles looked at Emerson.
"Alright, let's have a look at these wounds shall we?"
Charles checked her shoulder first which looked painful but fine. Her leg was another story. She had a purple bruise on the knee cap and it spread across and up her leg. The scrape looked raw and still a bit swollen but there was no sign of infection.
"Much pain?" he asked.
"Mom gave me an aspirin about 5 hours ago. It's still pretty tender," she confessed.
"Better keep the ice on it," he said as he replaced the ice pack.
Margaret and Charlie came downstairs and the Winchesters enjoyed a leisurely meal together.
After breakfast, the family retreated to the living room where Charles was given his presents.
"Well," Mary started, clearly taking the role of Mistress of Ceremonies, given that this is your first celebrated Father's Day from the Dad side of things, there are few standard gifts you are to receive," she said as she handed him three boxes.
"Thank you," he said as he accepted the boxes. He got the standard tie, cologne and aftershave and was quite pleased; he had given his father similar gifts as a child.
"Now for the unique gifts," she said. Each child stood up and presented him with what appeared to be journals.
"They're our baby diaries," Emerson explained. "Each time Momma was pregnant, she kept a journal about her pregnancy. Since you weren't there for any of that, we thought we might give you that experience as best we could."
"And these are our baby books," Mary said as she presented him with three additional books.
Charles was speechless; he had thought that he had lost that experience for good.
"Thank you. All of you; this means so much to me."
"We also fixed it for you to go play golf with granddad today but I don't know…," Charlie said. The thunder had stopped but the rain was coming down in buckets.
"That's quite alright," he said as he pulled all three into a hug. "I know exactly how I want to spend my day."
After everyone got dressed, Charles settled in on the sofa with Charlotte's pregnancy journals. He read about her morning sickness, cravings, when she felt them move for the first time, and what was most precious, the stories of their births.
In the afternoon, they all crowded around the baby books and giggled at the pictures of them. It seemed in a day that Charles got to see in his mind's eye, his children grown from nothing to the people who sat with him. He found it humbling and loved every second of it.
