My dear friend Paggers requested some prompts for her birthday and I couldn't help but oblige, stop by her page and give her some birthday love.
This little guy takes place somewhere in my LYNITS universe.
I yawned into my morning cup of tea and smiled at the sounds of my two sweetest loves coming from the kitchen.
Philip was his ever excitable self and I could hear it grating at Alex's nerves, "papi, we have to add some cinnamon, you always say 'a little bit of cinnamon' so we should add it to make these the best pancakes for daddy."
"Shh, we will Pip, just let papi look at the recipe for a minute."
"Daddy never looks at a recipe, it's just pancakes." Philip chided.
"Well… papi does, daddy doesn't think that things have to be so precise."
"Hey! I can hear you in there!" I interjected from my place curled up on the couch.
"Papi, you have to be quiet or we'll ruin the surprise… and be nice to daddy."
"I'm making daddy pancakes, he'll be fine."
"Shh! Daddy can't know what we're making!"
I giggled to myself over how adorable their bickering was.
"Alright, fuck it, here goes."
"Bad word."
"It's fine, Pip."
After a few minutes a burning smell filled the house, quickly followed by the blare of the smoke detector.
"We're fine!" Alex shouted over Philip's screams of panic.
Alex appeared in front of the smoke alarm in my 'Kiss the Cook' apron and waved a kitchen towel in front of the squawking alarm.
"Need help?" I offered once the blaring had been silenced.
"I'm so shit at this." His shoulders slumped.
"Come on, I'll help you guys." I stood up and kissed his stubbly cheek, taking his hand, following him into the kitchen.
Philip sprang into action to try and push me out.
"Daddy, you can't be in here, this is only me and papi in the kitchen, we're making you breakfast."
"I know, baby, that's so sweet of you, I'm gonna help though, yeah? It's papi's father's day too,"
"Fine." Philip pouted.
I examined the kitchen, batter was everywhere, on the fronts of the cabinets, smeared on the floor and laughed to myself at all of the extra work they'd caused me by trying to be sweet, it made my heart happy, though, to see the love and care they'd put into giving me a good father's day.
"Alright, so what all's in the batter?" I pushed up my sleeves.
"Flour and water, baking powder."
"And cinnamon!" Philip reminded Alex.
"Okay, you're off to a good start. Not too shabby." I tasted the batter and reached in the cupboards to add what was necessary.
"See, papi, no recipe." Philip pointed out, helping me stir.
"'Lex, baby, can you push up Pip's sleeves again for me?" I asked, noting the sleeves on my old NASA hoodie hanging over Philip as he wore the garment like a dress.
"Got it, querido." Alex got to work pushing the sleeves back to his elbows.
"Thank you, alright, let's check the temperature," I changed it just a touch, "and did you grease it with butter or cooking spray?"
Alex bit his lip and shook his head.
I playfully bumped his hip with my own, "there's your problem, my love, Pip, can you get daddy the butter from the fridge?"
Philip hurried to be helpful.
"Thank you… I'm sorry we couldn't make you breakfast." Alex whispered in my ear, stealing a kiss on my cheek.
"It's okay, really. Plus, I'll let you clean up."
"That seems fair."
Once we had a healthy stack of pancakes being kept warm in the oven, I turned the burner off. Philip and Alex set the table and we enjoyed our breakfast.
"This is really tasty!" Philip said around a mouthful of pancakes.
"Eat first, mi hijo," Alex reminded him.
"You guys did a great job," I smiled to Alex, clinking my mimosa glass with his, and then with Pip's glass of orange juice.
"Can we do presents now? Please!" Philip begged.
"Alright, alright, but wash your sticky fingers first." Alex pretended to nibble at Philip's hands, earning a squeal from the boy.
"What do you think he got us?" I asked Alex.
"Considering that Laf took him shopping? Shit, could be a rolex, could be Gucci, who knows."
I smirked, "someday, Laf's going to have kids-"
"Jokes on him then."
"Oh yeah, it's all fun and games being the rich childless uncle."
Philip brought back an armful of gifts, carefully wrapped by Lafayette, with ample tape, suggesting Philip's involvement.
"This one's for papi." He handed Alex a gift and Alex opened it carefully.
A sparkling new fountain pen was in the box. Alex squeezed Philip tightly, "how did you know I needed a new pen, mi hijo?"
"Because I'm brilliant."
"That's apparent."
Philip handed me a gift, "this one's for daddy."
I unwrapped it and found a new set of paintbrushes, "baby, they're perfect, thank you so much!"
"I remembered that I kind of messed up your good paintbrushes but now you have these." Philip reminded me as I held him to my chest.
"Thank you, baby, you're such a thoughtful kid."
"Another one for Papi." Philip handed Alex a package.
He opened it to reveal a tie clip with our three initals engraved on it.
"This is really nice, Pip." Alex stared with wide eyes.
"Oncle thought you would like it, because then you can keep me and daddy close to your heart when you have to dress up for court."
"I do like it, you two did a wondeful job."
"This last one is for you, daddy."
I opened my gift, a novelty mug with 'World's #1 Dad!' printed on the side in red and blue letters.
"Awh, that's so sweet, Philip! Thank you."
"'Cause you are the number one daddy!" He hugged me again, "I'm gonna go play now, love you guys."
Philip bounded off upstairs to his room.
"Why do you get to be number one? And why do you get a mug? I'm the one who drinks coffee, you should've gotten a teacup." Alex frowned.
"Are you all in your feelings now?" I took his hand and led him to the living room.
"No… maybe."
I smiled at him, "Philip loves you, I love you. I think you're an amazing father, Alex. Our kid is so lucky to have you."
Alex rolled his eyes and I nuzzled into his side on the couch, yawning into his neck.
"What do you want to do today?" I asked him.
"Just be with you guys. We have dinner later with Herc and Laf."
"Right." I yawned again.
"I think you should take a nap and I'll read the news." He kissed my forehead.
"I love that plan." I leaned my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes.
Alex let me doze while he read through twitter, mumbling in annoyance at different political headlines. He slipped away without my noticing and I woke up to the sounds of clattering from the kitchen. After a yawn and a stretch I got up, noticing the blanket Alex had wrapped me in before he got up. I followed the sound to the kitchen and found Alex washing up from the messy morning while Philip ate a sandwich at the breakfast bar.
"Hi guys," I ruffled Philip's hair.
"You were sleepy, daddy,"
"I know, I sure was. Lucky for me it's father's day so I can take a nap if I want to."
"How come papi didn't take a nap?"
"Because I wasn't tired." Alex responded playfully, blowing dish soap bubbles at Philip.
"When do we get to see Laf and Hercules?" Philip groaned.
I checked the clock on the stove, it was already two, "in about four more hours."
"Ugh, forever."
Philip put his plate in the sink and went to go play in his room some more.
"Can I just tell you that it's super hot when you do the dishes?" I wrapped my arms around Alex's waist.
"Yeah?"
"Oh yeah, partially because you're super hot in general, but mostly because I didn't have to do them."
"Think maybe I should do dishes more often?" He said in that quintessentially husky Alex tone.
"I love it when you talk dirty to me." I kissed the shell of his ear.
"What's gotten into you, querido?"
"I don't even know how that's a question, got breakfast made for me, got to take a nap, home with my guys. Life is perfect, all that's left is you."
"You're still riding high on that number one dad thing, aren't you?"
I rolled my eyes, "and you're still hung up on it."
"I'm teasing,"
"That's Alex speak for 'passive aggressive,'"
"No comment."
"I know you." I pulled him tighter to me and he dried his hands and spun to kiss me hard.
"Where'd that come from?" I panted once we'd broken apart.
"Love it when you're all assertive, coming on to me."
I smiled to myself, feeling his hardness between us, "you've been sporting that since I first came up behind you, haven't you?"
"Without a doubt," he confirmed my suspicions, "if Laf really wanted to give us a gift they'd take Philip tonight."
"Oh please, Pip being here won't stop us."
"I know… but it's a shame to force you to be quiet." He bit his lip.
"Daddies!" Philip called from the stairs.
Alex licked his lips and shifted his hips to discreetly adjust himself preparing himself to turn back into 'papi' mode.
"What is it, Pip?" I asked, my voice a little higher than intended.
"Can we play a game?"
"What game do you want to play?" I asked him.
"Maybe Candy Land?"
"I don't think papi likes Candy Land very much… and it is father's day."
"Fine, monopoly junior." Philip sighed.
"And after that we're going to play another game."
His eyes lit up, "which one?"
"The brush your hair game,"
He looked as if I'd just smacked him across the face, "that's not a game."
"Maybe not, but we need to do it."
Philip grumbled, "okay, but monopoly junior first. I'll set it up."
He went to go find the box.
"Thank you," Alex whispered.
"I know how much you hate Candy Land, just try not to kick our asses, huh?"
Alex winked at me wolfishly and I helped Philip set the game up on the coffee table.
"Do you think we should be on a team against papi?" I asked of Philip.
"I want to play by myself."
"Alright, buddy, I just think we have a better shot of not losing if we team up."
"No, he will win either way, he always wins monopoly, I just want to play and have fun like I'm rich."
"Good plan."
Within the first twenty minutes I was bankrupt and Alex was forcing Philip into a corner as his loan shark.
"How long are you gonna drag this out?" I asked as Alex offered a bailout to Philip in exchange for one of his properties that would give him a colour monopoly.
"I don't know, long as it takes." He shrugged.
"Pip, you think we should call it papi's victory and brush your hair?"
"No, no, no, no, I want to keep playing."
"Alright, after that, though, you know what time it is."
It was all downhill from that moment, Alex eventually owned the whole board and quickly bankrupt Philip.
"Aren't you glad I'm not a financial attorney?" Alex asked me.
"I know how much you liked that class." I rolled my eyes.
Philip and I went to the bathroom to get him started on his routine to get presentable to leave the house,I brushed his hair and washed his face before helping him pick out his clothing. In the meantime, Alex had shaved and was getting himself dressed.
"You look sharp, babe." I told him as I started to get dressed.
"Thank you, querido."
Once I got dressed he glanced my way, putting his shoes on, "how are you so sexy?"
"I… um.. .I don't know." I felt heat rise to my cheeks under his stare.
"You are so going to get it later?"
"Promise?"
"Swear on my life," he vowed.
We made it to the restaurant where Laf and Herc were already waiting for us, Philip ran over and hugged them both excitedly as we greeted them and took our seats.
"Did you have a nice day?" Lafayette inquired.
"The greatest. I got breakfast made for me, took a nap." I sighed dreamily.
"I stayed in my pajamas and surfed the internet." Alex added.
"It is your perfect day." Lafayette grinned.
We looked over the menu and decided what to have, ordering when our server came by.
"Did you like your gifts?" Laf asked.
I swallowed my wine, "they were perfect! You guys did such a fantastic job."
"Good. Mon dieu, Pip fretted over that mug the entire time, he was forlorn that there wasn't a 'World's Greatest Papi' mug since you're both the greatest, but Alex isn't called daddy, so I suggested the tie clip with your initials."
Alex choked on his rum and coke, "oh," was all he could manage.
I elbowed him, "see?"
"Did you think you weren't the best, papi?" Philip asked.
"Nah," Alex shrugged it off.
"'Cause see, daddy's the best dad, but you're the best papi."
Alex's face split into a grin without his permission, "you're just the best kid ever."
