AN- I got some requests to do a father's day fic since I did a mother's day fic last chapter. So even though mother's day is really just next week, I'm still going to post it! Enjoy!
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Handful

"One of you start stirring this," Sam yawned, placing a bowl of waffle batter in front of her twin daughters.

"Me!" Ashton exclaimed, grabbing the spoon.

"Mommy, I wanted to do it," Emma frowned, crossing her arms.

Sam rolled her eyes. It was seven thirty in the morning; far too early for dealing with any arguments.

"Em, you can help me wrap daddy's present," Sam said. She grabbed the bag that contained a new laptop case from the counter and handed it to Emma. "Here. There's paper in the living room."

Emma's eyes widened. "I really get to?"

"Yeah, go wild," Sam nodded. She watched as Emma excitedly ran from the room. "That whole roll of wrapping paper's going to be gone," she muttered.

"Mom, I'm done with my present for dad," Jason said from the kitchen table, looking up from Sam's laptop, which he had been working on.

"How's it look?" Sam asked.

"Really cool," Jason replied. "I used that new program dad gave me last week to make a simulation of the Battle of Gilato from Galaxy Wars. He said it was his favorite battle, you think he'll like it?"

"Yup," Sam sighed. A computer slash Galaxy Wars enthusiast, Sam thought to herself. Wonder where he gets that from…

"Can I help with the breakfast too?" Jason asked.

"Um, sure," Sam said. "Why don't you make dad some coffee?"

"But I don't know how to use the coffee maker," Jason said.

"Just put a handful of coffee beans from the bag next to it into that top part and press the red button," Sam explained.

"Put the coffee in the cup I painted for daddy!" Ashton called across the kitchen. Sam looked over at her daughter and saw that her entire face and a good portion of her long blonde hair were covered in chocolate sauce.

"Ashton, what did you do?" Sam asked, grabbing a sponge.

"I like chocolate waffles better," the five-year old said simply.

"Yeah, so do I," Sam smiled, wiping off Ashton's face. "Good thinking. Next time, try to get more in the bowl though."

After she quickly finished wiping off Ashton and the table, Sam poured the waffle batter into the iron. She opened up a package of bacon and placed it in the frying pan just as she heard a whimper from her youngest child, Tyler.

"Aw, you want to help with father's day too?" Sam said, kissing the top of the infant's head. She grabbed Freddie's father's day car and a crayon and placed it on the tray of Tyler's highchair. Tyler grabbed the crayon and instantly began scribbling on the card.

"Ashton, make sure he doesn't put the crayon in his mouth," Sam said, walking back over to the stove. The bacon was nearly done and the kitchen was beginning to smell of chocolate waffles. Sam was just getting ready take the waffles out of the iron when Jason cried, "Mom, something's wrong with the coffee machine!"

Sam turned around and saw a flood of coffee spilling over the counter onto the floor.

"How much coffee did you put in here?" Sam asked, nearly slipping on the puddle of coffee as she unplugged the coffee maker. "I told you only one handful."

"But it didn't look like a lot, so I put in three more handfuls," Jason said. "Are you sure it's not just the coffee machine that's broken?"

"The coffee machine is fine, Jason," Sam said, carefully picking up the coffee mug, which was filled to the brim. "Okay, you get some paper towels and clean this up while I finish up with the food."

"Mommy," Emma said, walking into the kitchen with an extremely sloppily wrapped present in her arms and half a roll of tape stuck in her hair. "I need help."

"Come here," Sam said, scooping the waffles out of the iron and onto a plate. She managed to extract a much tape as she could from Emma's hair without pulling too hard. "I'll get the rest out after we bring daddy up his breakfast," Sam said. She looked at pearphone. It was nearly eight now, and she was sure Freddie had woken up with all the commotion and was now sitting in bed.

"Okay, Ashton, grab a tray from the cabinet," Sam ordered. "Emma, pour a little bit of milk into the coffee."

In five minutes, Sam had arranged the tray with a plateful of chocolate waffles and bacon and a steaming cup of coffee. She looked around at the kitchen, which had finally been clean of the coffee disaster and smiled. That's how mama does it, she thought to herself.

"Emma, you carry up the present, Ashton, grab the card and the laptop," Sam said, picking up Tyler.

"I get to carry the tray?" Jason asked hopefully.

"Why does he get to?" Ashton frowned.

"Yeah, that's not fair!" Emma exclaimed.

"Jason gets to carry Tyler," Sam said, placing the baby in his hands. "I'll carry the tray. Okay people, let's move!"

The five headed upstairs to Sam and Freddie's bedroom, where Freddie was sitting in bed watching some morning talk show.

"Happy father's day!" the kids said, throwing open the door and jumping onto the bed.

"Oh, wow!" Freddie grinned, clicking off the T.V.. "Is that a father's day breakfast I see?"

"We made it!" Emma said, settling herself on Freddie's lap. "And I wrapped the present!"

"Happy father's day, nub," Sam said, putting down the tray and giving her husband a light kiss on the lips.

"Thanks," Freddie smiled.

"That's gross," Jason cringed. "Dad, look what I made you on mom's laptop! It's a simulation of the Battle of Gilato! You should see how cool the graphics look!"

"The Battle of Gilato?" Freddie repeated. "That's my favorite battle!"