Rating: T

Deep in their peaceful slumber, beneath their cotton sheets and purple quilt blanket, they quietly snored, the soft noises echoing the slightest bit in the dark bedroom.

Light rain fell on their window, and the added, calm-inducing ambience was a bliss they hadn't noticed.

Olivia had her arm comfortably around her lover's waist, loosely holding the younger woman, pressed flush against her girlfriend's warm, bare, back. Her eyes slowly opened, vision blurry, the darkness in the bedroom making it seem as though it were the middle of the night.

Gradually her vision cleared, and she searched for the clock on the nightstand across from her, then wincing, the red numbers far too bright for her sleepy eyes.

It was Sunday, and they both had off (many thanks to the two male detectives in their team, offering their Sundays so that Olivia, Amanda, and their tiny ones, could have their family time).

Sunday meant pancake day, and not just any pancakes, oh no, Noah made it known that on pancake day, he gets to decide what type of pancake they were having. He was, after all, the head chef in the kitchen on Sunday mornings.

Olivia hesitated to leave the warm comfort of the bed, and her girlfriend, also not wanting to leave the other woman alone. But, it was pancake day, and Noah would riot if she didn't show.

Placing a gentle kiss on her girlfriend's shoulder, she quickly slid from the covers, moving to stand in the cold air of the bedroom. Shivering, she quickly made across the cold, wooden floor, to the bathroom.

Moving to work quickly, she showered, brushed her teeth, and put her hair up into a ponytail, well within the space of 6 minutes. She dressed in the same manner, not wanting Noah to become impatient and wake Amanda. Seeing as she wasn't going anywhere, she only wore grey sweatpants (Amanda's) and a Knicks shirt that was a little too big, along with her favorite, hot pink, fuzzy socks.

In the doorway, Olivia tossed a longing look over her shoulder, her gaze on the bed, and, well, Amanda.

Said woman remained peacefully asleep; the purple cover was now at her neck. As if sensing Olivia's gaze on her, the blonde curled further under the duvet, a stray strand of blonde hair falling onto her face, but not enough to hide her smile. A soft smile crossed Olivia's lips, and she felt the urge to strip once more and crawl back into bed, but she knew that Noah would never forgive her if they missed pancake day.

Noah wore his red, kid-sized apron that Amanda had bought for him, back on his last birthday.

He held a small measuring cup in his right hand and meticulously began to pour the pancake batter into the heated pan. His expression was laced with determination, the seriousness of his job written all over his face, knowing if he were to fail, there would be no pancakes, and therefore, no worthwhile breakfast. In his opinion, of course. "Chocolate chips, please."

"Here you go, Chef." Olivia hummed, handing Noah a small bowl filled with hershey chocolate chips.

Olivia watched her son gently drop a handful of chips on the pancake batter, before it was her turn, as a sous Chef, to flip the pancake. Glancing at the bacon cooking nearby, she looked to Noah, noting that what she was about to ask was...a bit late. "Are you sure you want bacon, Noah? I think the pancakes will be enough."

"I want bacon with my pancakes, silly." Noah explained as though it were the most obvious thing in the world, giggling slightly as he poured the last pancake batter onto the pan. Olivia smiled, nodding with a soft 'ah'. "AND, I'm the Chef." He added, sounding rather proud of the title.

"That's right. Well Chef, our pancakes and bacon are done, so why don't you go ahead and wake Jesse up, while I clean up a little bit of our mess?" Olivia wiped her hands on a rag, mostly because she knew Noah would see it and follow her lead. He was a forgetful child, but aren't they all?

Noah stepped down from his 'Chef steps', "What about mama, mommy?" He asked as he took his steps to the other side of the kitchen, placing it in its designated spot, out of the way.

"What about me?" Amanda asked playfully from her place leant against a wall, having snuck into the kitchen. Her eyes scanned the plates, full of chocolate chip pancakes and bacon.

"Mommy told me to get sissy, so we can eat."

"Mm. Well lucky for you, Jesse will be here in a minute, she's just in the bathroom. Why don't you go wash your hands, and I'll help mommy set up the table?"

"Okay, mama!"

They enjoyed their breakfast. The mixture of sweet from the pancakes, to the saltiness from the bacon, was the perfect combination.

The rolling thunder had become louder, scaring little Jesse, and she had let out a loud yell, nearly dropping her fork in the process.

"What's that noise?" Noah asked, eyes wide, even as he rested a hand on Jesse's shoulder in comfort.

"Oh, that's just God and his angels playing bowling. That's why you hear the rolling and then the loud boom! That's the pins falling down." Olivia explained animatedly.

Noah's bright blue eyes went from Olivia to Amanda, "Yeah, buddy. They're bowling up there! And maybe if the rain stops, we can go bowling too! What do you say?"

"Okay!"

And with a big smile, Noah threw his arms around Jesse in a hug, relaying to her excitedly that the loud noise was just God and his angels bowling, and even though she'd heard the same as he had, she still let him. Even she seemed to know how much Noah liked being a big brother.

Then, he pulled back with a giggle, turning his attention to his breakfast, practically bouncing out of his seat in excitement. Amanda and Olivia caught each other's eye, their fingers intertwining. They smiled at each other sweetly, as their hands squeezed. It was the simplest 'I love you' gesture known to man.

And then Jesse squealed.

Frannie had gotten one of her bacon slices and then made a break for the living room.

Amanda chuckled, rolling her eyes, knowing her daughter had fed the canine the bacon.

"Jesse, stop giving Frannie your food. You're so skinny that people are going to think that I don't feed you." She poked at her daughters belly, Jesse giggling and batting at Amanda's hand.

"Mama, you're silly!" Noah chimed, grinning.

"She's silly, huh? And what about me-" Olivia reached over, tickling Noah's sides, laughing with him as he twisted, grabbing for her wrists.

"Mommy, stop!" Noah laughed.

They sat on the couch watching the newest episode of MasterChef Junior. Noah and Jesse sat between Olivia and Amanda, Jesse curled up in Noah's side, taking her first nap of the day.

Noah was engrossed in the show, not at all bothered by Jesse at his side, arm around her, huge smile adorning his face.

Amanda's fingers ran through Jesse's blonde locks, eyes shifting away from the little girl for a moment, and to Olivia instead, who was staring at her. They couldn't help smiling at each other, suppressing the urge to lean into what would be an awkward kiss, what with Noah between them, but instead they mouthed 'I love you' to each other, which would be enough for now.

They were pulled from the moment, however, when Noah tugged at Olivia's sleeve, calling for her attention, wanting her to watch his favorite little Chef on screen as she had her food rated by the head Chef.

Sunday morning are not often quiet, or even perfect, but on this rainy Sunday, it was more than perfect.