Happy Father's Day!

"Alright, class, please settle down," Miss French said, trying to get the attention of her second graders. It was nearing the end of the day and there was a warm breeze blowing through the nearest window, beckoning them all outside. Even Henry was having trouble focusing – all he wanted to do was go outside and play.

But school was still not yet over and he was stuck inside with everyone else.

"Class, I need your attention," Miss French repeated. "Or else we'll never make our Father's Day cards."

Henry sat up straighter, excitement filling him. This was the first year he had a father to make a card for – usually he ended up making a card for his Uncle David instead – and he looked forward to making something for Robin, his dad. He tried not to bounce in his seat as Miss French told each row to go get their art boxes. When his was called, he grabbed his and returned to his seat as quickly as possible so they could get started on the cards as soon as possible.

She placed several piles of construction paper – sorted by color – onto the bookcase under the blackboard. Turning back to the class, she smiled. "I want you to figure out which animal you want to put on your card and then when I call your row, you can come up and take the colors you need."

Biting his lip, Henry debated what he wanted to make. He considered a horse but that seemed more appropriate for his mother. And he knew that Roland would make monkeys – he loved them. Dad seemed to like all animals so that didn't help him make a choice either. As Miss French started to call up row one, Henry panicked as he tried to make his decision.

Dog? Cat? Horse? Lion? Dragon?

What was he going to pick?

"Row four," Miss French said, moving to stand in front of Henry's row. "Your turn."

Henry waited until everyone else filed past him before he headed up to the front. Miss French frowned, placing her hand on his shoulder. "Henry, is something wrong?" she asked.

"I don't know what animal to choose," he said. "Nothing I've thought of feels right."

"Okay," she replied kindly. "Well, what's your dad's favorite animal?"

Henry panicked, his eyes widening. "I don't know."

"Okay, okay," she repeated, soothing him. "Well, do you have a favorite movie to watch with him? Maybe something with animals?"

"Yes," Henry answered, relief flooding through him as he thought of the past couple weeks. "We've been watching Robin Hood together."

Miss French smiled. "I think you're getting an idea now, aren't you?"

He nodded. "Thank you, Miss French."

"You're welcome," she said. "Now go get your paper so I can call up the next row, okay?"

"Yes, Miss French." He quickly picked up some orange, white and green construction paper. Clutching them tightly, he returned to his chair as the next row went up to grab their supplies.

Once the last row – Roland's row – went and got their supplies, Miss French stood in front of the classroom again. "Alright, you're now going to draw the animals you chose – one big and one little. Does anyone need me to draw your animal on the board for you to copy? If so, please raise your hand."

Henry raised his hand along with a few others. Miss French asked the other children for their animal, smiling when she came to Henry. "And you?"

"A fox," he said proudly. She nodded, writing it down in her list before moving on. Excitement filled Henry – he was going to make the best fox dad and son ever.

"How does your card look, Henry?" Roland asked, falling into step with his brother as they left the classroom. "Can I see it?"

Henry shook his head. "Not now. I'll show it to you when we get home."

"Alright," Roland replied, shrugging. "I can show you mine too. I'm really proud of it. Do you know what I drew?"

"Monkeys," Henry said, smiling. "You love them."

Roland grinned as they exited the school building together. "I do. And I like that you chose foxes. Papa is going to love it."

Happiness surged through Henry – Roland certainly knew their father better than him so he trusted his brother's judgment. Grinning, he said: "Good. I want our first Father's Day to be perfect."

"Papa's not going to care about that," Roland replied, frowning. "All he wants is to make sure we have fun. If we do, then he's happy."

"And if we don't?" Henry asked, worried that something would go wrong and ruin the day for his father.

Roland shrugged. "I think Papa's happy just being with me. And now he'll be happy with me and you."

"I guess," Henry replied, still wanting to have an amazing Father's Day. "It's just…I've never really had a father to celebrate with before. Uncle David and Uncle Archie just aren't the same."

"Well, I can help you celebrate," Roland told him with a smile. "We'll have a great Father's Day!"

"What are you two conspiring about now?"

They looked up to find Dad standing over them, smiling. Henry blinked once before throwing himself at his father. "Dad!"

"Hello, my boy," Dad replied, hugging him tightly. He then held out his other arm. "I've got room for you too, Roland."

Roland then hugged him as well. "Hi, Papa!"

"Hello," he repeated. "Did you two have a good day at school?"

They nodded and he smiled. "Wonderful! So, why don't we head home and let you get out of those uniforms? You must be hot."

Both boys cheered and Dad led them toward the car. Roland looked up at him. "I didn't know you were coming to pick us up, Papa."

"It was a last-minute decision," he replied. "Things were slow at the store and your Uncle John assured me that he had everything under control. So I told your mother I would pick you up and spend the afternoon with you."

"I like that," Henry said, giving his father's hand a squeeze.

Dad squeezed his hand back before also squeezing Roland's hand. "So, what do you two want to do?"

"Can we go to the park?" Roland asked, bouncing as they approached Robin's familiar truck.

"I think the park sounds fun," Dad agreed, looking down at Henry. "Do you want to go to the park?"

Henry perked up at the suggestion, nodding. "Can we practice baseball?"

"Of course we can," Dad replied, helping them into the backseat of his truck. "Any other requests?"

Roland grinned. "Ice cream?"

"Please?" Henry added, also eager for the sweet treat. Especially on such a warm day.

Laughing, Dad nodded. "Okay. We'll go have a nice game in the park and then we'll get some ice cream. Hopefully your mother doesn't kill me for ruining your dinners."

They chuckled as he closed the door. Henry settled into his seat as he buckled up and Roland did the same. "We're going to have a lot of fun today," Roland said.

"I know," Henry replied, grinning. "This is going to be the best weekend ever!"

"That's the plan," Dad said, getting into the driver's seat. He buckled himself up before looking back, smiling at them. "Here we go!"

Both cheered as he turned on the car and then pulled away from the school, heading back to the house so they could change and grab their gear. And then they would climb back into the truck, head to the park and have some fun before getting ice cream.

TGIF, indeed.

Henry spent Saturday getting everything ready for Father's Day. Mom took him and Roland food shopping so they could have all of Dad's favorite food in the house. She also helped them wrap their presents and tapped the cards they made in school for him before they hid the presents. Henry had everything for the next day planned out and he was giddy for Sunday to arrive.

Roland, though, was not as excited. Every time Henry talked about his plans for the day, his brother would just shrug and remind him that their dad didn't need a big production. "He always says he's just happy to be with me," Roland reminded him.

"He may not need a big production but he deserves one," Henry insisted. "This is my first real Father's Day. I really want to celebrate it. Didn't you want to do the same for Mother's Day?"

"Fine," Roland said, sighing. "But just try not to go overboard, okay?"

Henry frowned. "There's no such thing as overboard."

"I hope you're right," Roland replied, yawning. "I'm gonna go to bed. Goodnight, Henry."

"Goodnight, Roland," Henry said. "And don't forget, we'll be up early to make breakfast for Dad!"

He set his alarm and climbed into bed, pulling his blankets over him as Mom and Dad came in to tuck him in. They kissed his head and told him to have sweet dreams before turning out the light. Rolling over, Henry fell asleep with a smile on his face as he dreamed about the amazing Father's Day he had planned for his father.

RING! RING! BRING! RING! RING!

Henry silenced his alarm, blearily trying to remember why he had set it. Ready to roll over and go back to sleep, he remembered it was Father's Day and he had big plans for his dad. That motivated him to push back his covers and climb out of bed, heading to the bedroom next door. He opened it and found Roland sitting up in bed, reading. Climbing on the bed, Henry smiled. "It's Father's Day, Ro!" he exclaimed.

"I know," Roland said, putting his book away. "Why are you up?"

"Don't you remember the schedule? We're making breakfast for Dad," Henry said, getting annoyed. He had gone over this several times already. "Then we're going to pack up everything for a picnic while he relaxes before we go to the park. After lunch and some games, we're going to his favorite restaurant and then come home for his favorite dessert. That's when he'll open our presents."

Roland frowned. "That sounds exhausting. Can't we just have fun?"

"We are going to have fun," Henry said. "In the park when we play games and maybe do some archery with Dad."

"Okay," Roland replied, sliding off the bed. "I guess we should get this day started."

Henry grinned and they headed down the hall together. Opening the door to their parents' bedroom, his heart sank as he watched Dad help Mom back into bed. She looked pale and shaky, meaning she had been sick again. His plans for a special breakfast for his father seemed to be evaporating before his eyes.

"Is Mom okay?" Roland asked, sounding really concerned.

Dad looked over at them, smiling as he nodded. "Her morning sickness is just bad this morning. She just needs a little more rest and she'll be fine."

"What about breakfast?" Henry asked, a pit forming in his stomach. The day had only just started and everything seemed to be falling apart.

"We can go make it," Dad said, reaching out his hands to Roland and Henry.

Roland took Dad's hand happily but Henry hesitated. He looked up at Dad, saying: "But it's Father's Day. You shouldn't make your own breakfast."

Dad smiled, cupping the back of his head. "That's okay, my boy. Making breakfast with you two is the perfect way to celebrate, if you ask me."

Before Henry could protest, Dad guided him and Roland from the bedroom. He closed the door behind them before leading them down to the kitchen. Clapping his hands together, he smiled at the two. "So, what do you want us to make?"

"It's Father's Day," Henry repeated. "What do you want?"

"I want something that's going to be fun for us to make together," Dad said, crouching to look them in the eyes. He studied them before smiling. "I think there's only one thing that fits. Chocolate. Chip. Pancakes."

Roland cheered and Henry couldn't help but smiling as well. He did love chocolate chip pancakes and so he nodded. "Alright."

"Then let's get started," Dad said, standing up again. "I'll get the ingredients, Roland can combine them, Henry can stir and I'll cook them. Deal?"

"Deal," both boys said. Within minutes, they were standing on the stools Mom kept in the kitchen for them and happily making pancakes with their Dad. It wasn't the breakfast Henry had planned for Father's Day but as Dad helped him stir the batter, he felt it was even better.

And they still had the entire day for them to have the perfect Father's Day he had planned.

Things just kept going downhill after breakfast.

After cleaning up, Henry suggested that Dad go rest but Dad said he would love to watch a movie with his boys. Figuring that was still resting, Henry agreed and they watched Robin Hood once again. However, Mom woke up about halfway through it and so Dad got up to make her breakfast, clearly not resting like Henry had planned.

But when it was over, Mom convinced him to go back to the living room so he could relax. Henry rushed into the kitchen and stood at the island. "Are we still going to the park?" he asked.

"Of course," she told him, cupping his cheek. "It might be a little later than we thought but I think we can get this day back on track."

That buoyed Henry's spirits and he smiled. "Thanks, Mom!"

"You're welcome," she said, pulling away from him. "Why don't you go get your brother and the picnic basket so we can start packing?"

Henry nodded and bounded out of the room. Entering the living room, he stopped as he saw Roland cuddled next to Dad as they watched TV. For a moment, Henry considered joining them and cuddling Dad as well but remembered his perfect Father's Day plan. So he told Roland that their mother needed to see them and a reluctant Roland slid from the couch to join Henry in preparing the picnic.

After retrieving the picnic basket, the boys entered the kitchen and found Dad sitting at the island. Henry frowned. "You're supposed to be resting!" he said.

"Resting?" Dad asked, looking amused if a little confused. "For what?"

"Our Father's Day picnic and trip to the park!" Henry replied. "And because it's Father's Day and you should just be resting."

Dad chuckled, cupping the back of Henry's head. "Well, I can rest in here with all my favorite people."

"Oh," Henry said, leaning closer to him. "Okay."

Regina smiled, clapping her hands. "So what does everyone want for our picnic lunch?"

They all listed their preferred sandwiches and Mom started to take everything out. Dad leaned forward. "Can I help?" he asked.

"You're supposed to be resting," Mom reminded him with a smile. "Besides, you handled breakfast. I can manage lunch."

"Alright," Dad said, leaning back.

Roland looked over at the window and frowned. "Uh, did it get dark out early?"

Henry followed his gaze and his heart sank when he realized the sunshine from earlier was gone. Dad hummed before saying: "I think it's going to rain."

"No," Henry said, despair filling him. "No, it's not supposed to rain! We're supposed to go to the park!"

"It's okay, Henry," Dad comforted him, pulling him close. "The park was probably going to be crowded anyway."

"We can always have a picnic another time," Mom told him, starting to unpack the basket. It seemed to confirm his worst fears and destroyed his plans of giving Dad the best Father's Day ever. His lip trembled and Henry turned, running from the room as tears ran down his cheeks.

Father's Day was ruined.

Bursting into his bedroom, Henry threw himself onto his bed as thunder crashed outside. He pulled his pillow close and sobbed into it, letting out all his disappointment and crushed dreams. All he wanted was the Father's Day he never got to have before.

Was that too much to ask?

"Henry?" Mom asked softly. The bed dipped and she rubbed his leg. "Henry, can we talk?"

He sniffed, rolling over to face her. She gave him a soft smile as she reached over to pull a tissue out of the box she kept by his bed. Wiping his eyes, she said: "I'm sorry, baby."

"I just wanted to give Dad a great Father's Day," he said, sniffing as he let her pull him in for a hug. "And it's all ruined."

"I know it didn't go as you planned," she told him, rocking him gently. "But I don't think it's ruined."

Henry sniffed again. "But we can't do anything I planned!"

She rubbed his back. "I know but that doesn't mean we can't still have a great day filled with fun activities."

"Really?" he asked, not sure he believed her. Nothing they did would be as great as the day he had planned.

Would it?

Mom nodded, brushing some hair from his face. "You are a lot like me – plan, plan, plan. But if there's one thing your father has taught me so far this year is that sometimes, a little spontaneity can be a good thing."

"It can?" Henry asked, not sure about that.

"Yes," she replied. "It could lead us on a whole new adventure and let us experience things we didn't expect to, things that could be far more fun than what we planned. Like Friday. Did you plan on going to go to the park or get ice cream when you left for school that morning?"

Henry grinned, remembering how much fun they had had on Friday. "No. It was a cool surprise."

She nodded again, smiling. "Exactly. So maybe we can find some cool surprises around the house today."

"Maybe," he said, his spirits deflating again. "But how can we give Dad the perfect Father's Day when we're stuck indoors?"

"I think I can answer that," Dad said, leaning against the doorframe. "Can I have a few minutes alone with Henry?"

She nodded, standing. Mom left the room, stopping long enough for Dad to kiss her cheek before closing the door behind her. He then crossed the room, sitting down next to Henry and patting his lap. "Come here, my boy."

Henry climbed onto his lap and leaned against Dad, who smiled down at him. "So, what's all this about the perfect Father's Day?"

"I had this great plan for you to have the best day ever," Henry explained, listing everything he wanted to do with his dad that day.

When he finished, Dad nodded. "That does sound like a very good day."

"I was finally going to do everything I saw all the other kids do with their dads," Henry replied sadly.

"Ahh," Dad said, nodding. "There it is."

Henry frowned. "There what is?"

"I was wondering if something else was bothering you. I know you're a lot like your mother and like your plans, but you're usually a bit more flexible than she is, so I figured there had to be something else at play," Dad explained.

"Oh," Henry said, still a little confused but pleased that his father already knew him so well.

Dad rubbed his back. "I know you're really excited about having me as your father. And I'm just as excited about having you as my son. And we can do everything you wanted to do today, I promise you that. We just don't have to do them today."

"But what about Father's Day?" Henry asked. "It's ruined."

"Oh, it's far from ruined," Dad assured him. "You want to know why?"

Henry leaned closer as he asked: "Why?"

Dad grinned. "Because a perfect Father's Day is spending time with my amazing children. And we've done that so far, right?"

"Yeah," Henry said, thinking about making breakfast with his dad and brother as well as watching a movie together. "We have."

"And there's still plenty of time left today. We can continue spending even more time together," Dad added.

Henry smiled. "Yeah, we can."

Dad grinned, hugging him. "I love you, Henry, and I'm honored that you wanted to give me the best Father's Day. So why don't we go do that – together?"

"Okay," Henry said, hugging his father back. "I love you too, Dad."

They let go of each other and Dad stood, helping Henry off the bed. Dad took Henry's hand, giving it a squeeze. "Let's go rejoin your mother and brother, yeah?"

Henry nodded and they left the room. They headed back downstairs and Dad paused, calling out: "Regina? Where are you?"

"The living room!" she called out. Dad nodded, guiding Henry toward their living room before they both stopped short at the entrance.

Mom and Roland had pushed the coffee table to the side and laid out the blanket they used for picnics on the living room floor. The basket sat on it as did four sandwiches on paper plates. Juice boxes were set out for the boys and flavored seltzers for Mom and Dad. She approached them, cupping Henry's cheek. "I know it wasn't the picnic you wanted but I thought would be the next best thing," she said.

"Thanks, Mom," he replied, hugging her. "You're the best!"

"This looks amazing, darling," Dad agreed, kissing her cheek. He then clapped his hands together. "Let's have some lunch!"

He led them over to the picnic blanket and sat down. Roland and Henry sat down on either side of him while Mom sat across from them. They all began eating and talking as Henry leaned against his father. Dad wrapped an arm around him, holding him close. It made Henry smile as he realized that this was all he really wanted for Father's Day.

Time with his dad.

After lunch, they played some board games before watching another movie together. Once the movie ended, Mom looked at the time and smiled. "So, who is ready for dinner?"

"I am," Roland said, rubbing his stomach. "Are we still going to the restaurant to eat?"

Henry felt torn. Part of him still hoped they could go to the restaurant and have some fun family time there. But another part wanted to stay home and do some more fun activities with his father.

"I think that should be your call," Mom told Dad.

He rubbed his chin, glancing out the window. Rain pelted the glass still and it was getting darker out even though the longest day of the year was fast approaching. "I think a lot of people are probably scrambling after their barbecues got rained out, so the restaurants are probably packed," he said. "And it's so yucky out, I think it's best we just stay home."

An idea struck Henry as he recalled his earlier conversation with Dad and he beamed. "We should make dinner together."

"I think that's a great idea," Dad said, cupping the back of Henry's head as he looked at Roland. "What do you say, Roland?"

Roland bounced up and down. "I say yes!"

Mom grinned as well. "You know what I think would be perfect for today? Making our own personal pan pizzas."

"That actually sounds amazing," Dad said, looking as excited as Henry felt. "Let's all head into the kitchen on and get started on those!"

Everyone trooped over to the kitchen and they took turns washing their hands. Dad brought out the stools again, setting them up by the island, while Mom helped Henry and Roland put on aprons. She then handed one to Dad before putting on her own. They retrieved the ingredients and laid them out on the island. Mom smiled. "Alright, follow my instructions and we'll make the best pizzas ever!"

"Let's do this!" Dad declared, rubbing his hands together. "What do we do first?"

Mom walked them through all the instructions and they put together their own pizzas. Both Roland and Henry just stuck with cheese pizzas but Mom put peppers on hers. Dad, though, retrieved slices of ham and put them on his pizza. Henry frowned. "You're eating ham on your pizza?" he asked.

"Yes," Dad said. "And then when it's done, I'm going to add pineapple to it as well."

"Pineapple?" Henry asked, incredulous.

Dad nodded. "It's called a Hawaiian pizza."

"Is it good?" Henry asked.

"No," Mom and Roland said at the same time.

Dad frowned. "It's delicious."

"Can I try a bite of yours when it's done?" Henry asked, even more curious about this Hawaiian pizza now.

"Of course you may," Dad replied. "Maybe there will be two Hawaiian pizza lovers in this house."

Mom rolled her eyes. "God helps us all."

The oven beeped and she had them place their pizzas on a tray. She slid it into the oven and set a timer before turning back to them. "So what do we want to do while we wait for them to cook?" she asked.

"I have an idea," Dad said enthusiastically. "We should clean the kitchen!"

Henry and Roland groaned while Mom clapped her hands, smiling widely. "I think that's a great idea!"

Together, they cleaned up the island and then set the table for dinner. By the time they were done, the timer went off and Mom went to check their pizzas. She removed the pan and set it aside to cool with a smile. "I think these look good," she said.

"I'll go get my pineapple and some drinks. Everyone good with seltzer?" Dad asked, opening the refrigerator. When they all nodded, he pulled out a few cans.

Soon they all sat at the table with their dinner. Dad cut a piece of his pizza and placed it on Henry's plate. "There. You can try a bite and see if you like it," he said.

"Thanks, Dad," Henry replied, picking up the piece and taking a bite. As his teeth crushed it, he paused and felt like his throat closed up. The pineapple juice did not mix well with the taste of the cheese or Mom's sauce and it seemed she and Roland were right – it was not good.

"Robin," Mom said, sounding and looking concerned.

Dad picked up a napkin and held it under Henry's mouth. "You can spit it out, Henry. It's okay."

Henry did just that and Dad wrapped the napkin up. He then pushed Henry's cup closer to him. "Take a sip. It'll wash out the taste," he said.

"Sorry, Dad," Henry replied, sipping the seltzer and getting the taste from his mouth.

Dad cupped the back of his head as he smiled. "It's okay. I'm proud of you for trying something new."

"Me too," Mom said, rubbing his back. "But I am really glad you don't like it."

"Fine. That's more Hawaiian pizza for me," Dad replied, smirking as he took a bite of his pizza. Mom just rolled her eyes as Henry and Roland tried not to laugh. They all took bites of their pizzas, continuing to enjoy their dinner together as a family.

After dinner, Henry and Roland went to their rooms and got their presents for Dad. They returned to the living room and sat down next to him. He wrapped his arms around them, holding them close. "Alright, who wants to go first?" he asked.

"I think Henry should go first," Roland said. "It's his first Father's Day."

Dad ruffled his hair. "That's very noble of you. So, Henry, let's start with you."

"Thanks, Ro," Henry told his brother, touched by his gesture. He then handed Dad his gift and card. "Happy Father's Day, Dad."

"Thank you, Henry," he said, looking over the card. He grinned. "Is this you and me as foxes?"

Henry nodded. "Like Robin Hood!"

Dad chuckled, reading the card. "I love it, Henry. Thank you."

"I hope you like the present," Henry said, feeling a bit nervous.

"I'm sure I will," Dad said, pulling off the wrapping. He pulled off the paper and looked down at the picture frame Henry had carefully decorated with bows and arrows, just like Dad loved. Inside was a picture of Dad and Henry from the last scout jamboree. Dad had his arms wrapped around Henry as they smiled at the camera.

Henry bit his lip, waiting for Dad's reaction. Dad pulled him closer, kissing the top of his head. "I love it."

"Will you put it in your office?" he asked Dad, knowing there were a lot of pictures of Roland there and not much of him.

Yet.

"Of course I will," Dad assured him. "I do need more pictures of you and your mother there, don't I?"

Henry nodded and Dad kissed the top of his head before turning to Roland. "Alright, it's now your turn."

"Here you go," Roland said, handing over his gift and card. He knelt on the couch, leaning against Dad's shoulder as he watched the gift opening.

Dad looked at the card before chuckling. He turned his head and kissed Roland's cheek. "My little monkey," he said.

After reading the card, he set it aside and opened the gift. Inside was a special kit for Dad to clean his arrows. Roland beamed. "Mom and Uncle John helped me pick this out for you," he said.

"I love it," Dad told him. He wrapped his arm around Roland and then around Henry, hugging them. "I love all my gifts. Thank you so much, boys."

"Well, you have one more gift," Mom said, handing him another wrapped gift. "Our little one may not be here for this Father's Day but I am sure he or she would not want this day to go unmarked."

Dad's eyes shone as he leaned forward, giving Mom a quick kiss. "Thank you."

He then opened it and pulled out a picture frame, though this one was not handmade like Henry's. It had baby bottles and booties on it and when Henry looked at the picture, he just saw a big white blob in the middle of a black page. "What's that?" he asked.

"That is your baby brother or sister," Dad replied. "This is a picture of them growing inside your mother."

"Cool!" Roland declared, eyes wide.

Henry tilted his head, frowning. "It doesn't look like a baby."

Dad chuckled, moving Henry to his lap. He then held up the picture frame again and traced his fingers along the image. As he did, he showed the shape of the head and the arms as well as the legs. Slowly, Henry started to see the form of a baby curled up in the picture. "Oh," Henry said, pointing to something. "Are those fingers?"

"Yes, they are," Dad said, kissing his head. "The baby is still growing and will look more and more like a baby as each month passes."

"And will we get more pictures like this?" Henry asked.

Mom nodded. "They're going to take more pictures of the baby as he or she grows inside me so we'll get to see how they develop."

"That is so cool," Roland said. He then looked up at her. "Are we going to learn if we're having a brother or a sister?"

Dad shared a look with Mom, who smiled as she nodded. He looked back at Henry and Roland. "Yes, we are. That will likely be after the wedding as the baby will be big enough to tell by then," he said.

"Are we going to do something like shoot off fireworks?" Roland asked. "Joey's family did that when his mom had his baby brother."

Henry nodded. "Or like how Aunt Mary Margaret had a cake that was blue inside when she was pregnant with Neal."

"We honestly hadn't decided if we want to do something," Mom said. "But if we do anything, it will likely be small. Definitely no fireworks."

"Agreed," Dad replied, nodding.

He then pulled Roland closer as he hugged both him and Henry, kissing both their heads. "Thank you for my gifts, boys. But most of all, thank you for making me a dad," he said.

"I love you, Dad," Henry replied, hugging him. Roland echoed the same sentiments and hugged him as well.

As Dad held them close, Henry closed his eyes and relished the love radiating off his father. It certainly was the Father's Day he had planned but he couldn't now imagine spending it any other way.

It was the perfect Father's Day after all.

A/N: Here's a bit of a surprise update! I'm struggling somewhat with the wedding chapter – and I promise I am working on it – but I got this idea to write a chapter from Henry's perspective celebrating his first Father's Day. I hope you all enjoyed it!

See you all for Prompt Party!

-Mac