A/N: It's Father's Day in Australia and I couldn't help myself, so please enjoy.
Many months later, the world had righted itself as the cure for Red Rust was found and food production was back in business and thriving. Many foods that had been a luxury were now slowly filtering back into the market.
It had been a real fight get her hands on one of the first buckets of ice cream but she'd won thanks to Azima and Granderson's combined 'Don't mess with me," glares. As those glares kept majority shoppers at a safe distance given how fierce the women were.
So, three days after their shopping success; here she was trying to get her son to get the vanilla ice cream to Danny before it melted completely. She wrapped it up in some tea towels and handed it to her son.
Kara smiled and snorted a laugh as Frankie licked the picture of ice cream that was printed on top of the lid on the ice cream container that peaked from the top. He frowned and looked at her as if she were crazy. She smiled as she crouched down to his level and smoothed his hair with her hand before cleaning a smudge of dirt off his cheek.
"It's for Daddy." she reminded him, he placed the container on the floor and started to walk away; no longer interested as it wasn't for him. But Kara gently tugged on his shirt and her son turned around to face her. "Daddy day? remember we talked about this. We give Daddy his gift. So pick it up, Come on." she told him.
Frankie didn't look happy but begrudgingly picked up the pint container. She turned him around to face the door and opened it. They moved outside, she lifted him down the front steps. Danny was across the yard with Halsey; completely engrossed in trying to repair their lawn mower that broke down more than it cut the grass.
"Remember what we say?" she asked Frankie in a low voice. She crouched back down to his level again.
"Daddy." Frankie said slowly as he knew he was being tested.
"Happy Daddy Day. Then you give him the present." Kara said slow and carefully so Frankie could understand.
"Frankie Day." Frankie replied cheekily, as he hugged the container tighter to his chest. As if saying it meant he'd get the ice cream. It seemed he had inherited Kara's sweet tooth.
"No, you say 'Happy Daddy Day'." Kara corrected in a light but firm tone. It was so hard to not smile at how adorable her son was being.
"Ice cream day." Frankie replied with a grin. Kara dropped her head in defeat as she knew the ice cream was going to melt before she'd get Frankie to say 'Happy Daddy Day' the closest she'd get to 'Happy Father's Day' given her child's current vocabulary.
"I can't win." Kara said more to herself, she nudged Frankie forward. "On you go. Go to Daddy. Give him the present." she told him, she rose to her feet and watched as Frankie toddled over to Danny. She followed but at a distance with spoons in the pocket of her sundress. Frankie came to a stop behind Danny and Halsey.
"Daddy!" Frankie shouted forcefully, as if to say 'Look at me!', both man and dog jumped and turned to him.
"Hey Frankie, what you got there?" he asked with a smile. He picked up a rag and wiped the grease off his hands. Frankie toddled two steps and dropped the bucket with real attitude.
"Yours." he told him with a pout. Kara couldn't help but smother a laugh as she hadn't figured in Frankie's annoyance of having to give away something he wanted. It was definitely something they'd have to work on. She moved behind Frankie and sat down in the long grass and pulled him into her lap.
"That's not what you're supposed to say," she said pressing a kiss to his pudgy cheek. She looked to Danny, "You're supposed to say 'Happy Daddy's day'." she told Frankie, Danny smiled as Frankie was in full pout mode.
"No." Frankie replied.
"Maybe next year, we can get a Happy Father's day from you." Kara said in good humour to Frankie. Danny didn't mind as he appreciated the gesture and these small moments even if Frankie was being a grump.
"Thank you for the gift." he said as he picked up the bucket. He unwrapped the container and his eyes went wide in amazement. He also knew why Frankie was pouting, "How did you get this?" he asked her as he looked at the container of ice cream in his hand.
"With a little luck and a little help from some friends." She said, she pulled out the spoons and held one out to him. He popped off the lid which Halsey immediately stole and licked clean within seconds. Meanwhile, Danny scooped a large spoonful of soft ice cream and shoved it in his mouth. He gave a groan of pure pleasure and his body went lax with the enjoyment.
"So good." he said as he took another scoop and ate it. He looked to Kara's somewhat eager smile and Frankie's pout; he knew he had to share even though he wanted to be greedy. So he held out the container in their direction. Frankie was smiling with glee and out his mother's lap in a flash. He scooped into the container with his baby plastic spoon. But as soon as his tiny scoop was out of the container it slipped off the spoon directly onto the grass. Before Frankie could try to save it, Halsey licked it up.
Frankie's eyes went wide in horror, he looked ready to cry. "Don't cry," Danny said, he scooped his own spoon in and held it out. Frankie opened his mouth wide and gobbled the ice cream in glee. Once he finished his first taste he looked to Danny for seconds, but Danny shook his head. "No more, it's Mommy turn." he said, he offered the container to his wife. He wrapped an arm around Frankie, pulling him into his lap so the kid couldn't get to the ice cream before her.
"I love you." she said, she grinned as she scooped out a modicum of melting ice cream and shoved it in her mouth before it met the same fate as Frankie's first scoop. She murmured in pleasure as tasted just how she remembered it. She opened her eyes and a soft smile on her lips as she watched father and son shared ice cream in a hot day, committing the moment to memory as it was too perfect for words.
End