Author's Note: I decided to make this a series of one-shots since some of my reviewers liked the idea. This one basically was made for Father's Day. I know, I know, it's highly cliché, but I wanted to make something, since I was bored(I'm not expecting many reviews, anyway). Enjoy!

WARNING: This one-shot is extremely short! You have been warned!

Diclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans.

...In Honor Of Father's Day...

White socks made a soft 'pit, pat, pit, pat' noise against the hardwood floor.

Both green and violet eyes looked around the dimly-lit kitchen.

It was at least four in the morning, and both children were tired and their eyes and hair showed it. Mark's eyes were drooped and had taken a darker grayish color than usual. Dove's short hair was disheveled and messy, twisting in different directions. Both muntant children lightly tip-toed into the ktchen, being careful not to wake any of their parents up. Both were doing well, as to not making any sounds...until Dove stepped on a squeaky floor board.

"Shhhh!" Mark scolded her.

"It's not my fault we have squeaky floor boards in the kitchen!" the green-haired girl whispered harshly.

"Dove, the point was to get up extra early and not to wake up mom and dad! You're making too much noise!" the gray boy whispered back.

Dove pouted and crossed her arms over her flat chest in a juvenile way. Mark continued to tip-toe into the kitchen. Turning around to where his sister was, he was surprised to see her not behind him. She was seated on the beige couch in the living room, with the pout still on her face. Mark sighed in an annoyed way.

"Girls," he mumbled under his breath.

He stood near the couch and looked down at the younger girl. She had her head down, and her arms still crossed. The green-eyed boy heaved out another huge sigh.

"How about this," he whispered in a low voice, "I make the waffles and you toast the bread."

Dove's expression didn't change.

"And put the jelly on it."

Dove looked up at her brother with a smile.

"But," he said, while he covered her mouth, "You have to be quiet."

Dove nodded her head up and down, while his hand still covered her mouth. Mark let go of her mouth with a small smile. The violet-eyed girl raised her hand to her mouth, and pretended to 'zip her mouth shut'. Mark smiled some more and helped her off the couch.

Both trotted towards the kitchen.

Gar yawned tiredly and stretched his arms out.

Looking down at the bed with a smile, he saw his wife.

The covers were halfway off her body, which made her shiver. Her navy nightgown's spaghetti strap was falling of her shoulder, also. With a smile, the green man raised the comforter over her shoulders. He stood up and started stretch a bit more. His training as a super hero really showed off, as his sleek muscles contracted as he stretched. Raven had grown also, as it showed off on her slender body. Gar let out a throaty chuckle. Even after two children, she still looked so elegant.

Gar finished his stretching and walked out of the room, only clad in his red and blue plaid pajama bottoms and a white T-shirt.

"Dove, you're spreading it wrong!"

"Am not! There isn't a wrong way to spread jelly!"

"There is if there is more jelly on the counter than on the toast!" Mark shouted.

"Hey! What's going on in here?"

Both Mark and Dove looked up at an angry Gar Logan.

"Uh, well we were just-"

"Mark, kept on saying-"

"And then she spread the jelly all over the counter-"

"Then Mark started shoutin' at me-"

"And so then, I had to try and clean up everything-"

"Then Mark always tries to help when all he's being is a pain in the-"

"Hey!"

Both super human children looked up at their father.

"Why were you doing all this anyway?" the emerald changeling askd, not mad anymore, "This kitchen's a mess."

"We were making your present," both kids said in unison.

"What?" Gar asked, his facial expression changing.

"I had a plan to wake up extra early to make a breakfast for you, but then Dove wanted to help. So I let her, and then she messed everything up," Mark explained.

"He says," Dove said, crossing her arms once more.

Gar looked back and forth between his children...And let out a mighty laugh.

Both Dove and Mark shared confused glances.

Once the laughter subsided, The green man began to speak.

"You guys made all this for me?" he asked.

Both children nodded their heads. Gar chuckled once more. Throwing his arms around both his son and daughter, he planted kisses on both of their foreheads.

"You guys," he started, "If you help me clean up the kitchen, I'll tell you an idea I have."

And with that, both father and children cleaned up the kitchen.

Raven's eyes instantly opened.

Were there waffles in the kitchen?

She sniffed some more. Was that herbal tea, also?

The violet-eyed woman yawned and got out of bed. Once she was out, she pulled her robe on. Walking down the steps, she smelled more things like fruit, and pastry. Once reaching the kitchen, she saw both her husband and children holding a tray full of breakfast goodies.

"Wha-what are you all doing? It's Father's Day!"

"Hey, it may be 'Father's Day' holiday, but everyday is a father's day to me. Now everyone, eat up!"

And so, all of the stranger-than-average family dug into a delicious breakfast.

A/N: ACHOOO!

Goodness, me! Excuse me, I'm really allergic to fluff. And this chapter had loads of it. I might as well call this chapter fluffapalooza! But I won't. Anywayz, you know the drill,

Please R&R!