Hello everybody! :) Doin good? At least I'm. Well, this chapter is pretty short, so I will try to upload another chapther later this evening too :)


"Come on, get up already!" a high voice called from the foot of their bed, and Kurt peeked down from where he lay to see his four year old daughter Eliza jumping up and down energetically, just waiting for he and Blaine to wake up and starting the day. It had been such a happy day when he and Blaine could bring her home from the hospital where their surrogate had given birth to this little bundle of never ending energy. The little brown haired, blue eyed girl had both he and Blaine in her grasp as the little baby she was, and now, four years later she knew how to take advantage of it.

"Ueeghhhh… Three more minutes' sweetie…" he murmured and turned his head down on the pillow, pretending to be sleepy.

He wasn't really sleepy at all, but he always put on a small show for his daughter, and she kept with it, crying out a loud laugh as she cornered the bed and jumped up over Kurt's feet. She then sat still for a little moment, apparently deliberating which daddy she would wake first. He could feel how she made herself ready for her big jump… and then she was all over the sleeping Blaine, pushing him, tickling him and shouting out his name trying to wake him up.

"Daddy Blaine! Wake up! It's morning! Daddy Blaine! Daddy BLAINE!" she whined loudly. Kurt had to stifle a laugh, pretending to have fallen back to sleep. He heard a low moan coming from Blaine as he slowly woke up, and the noise made it hard to stay still and silent. He knew exactly how his husband would crack his face into a big grimace, all but whining like a baby for being awoken. But he soon had to focus on the girl who had jumped up at him instead when she knew that daddy Blaine was awake. He feigned being asleep for a few moments before yawning noisily as he reached around for her.

He began to tickle her as he watched Blaine rubbing his eyes. She cried out high, her voice filling the entire room, probably the entire house. Her laughter always made him so joyful, and in the morning it always worked as a great energy boost, better than any cup of coffee in the world.

He stopped tickling the little sweetheart and leaned back at the back of the bed, and she followed him and sat in his lap. They watched as Blaine gazed up at them, his chocolate brown eyes filled to the brim with tiredness and his hair a huge mess of curls, and Kurt just wanted to run his hands through it.

Blaine sat up and rubbed his eye again before leaning over and kissing his husband lightly, something that made Eliza go "Ewwww!"

Both husbands giggled at this and Blaine reached over for his little daughter, and began to tickle her. She screamed out as he tickled her quicker, but Kurt who had already tickled her once hopped over his husband and tickled him instead, making him shout out loudly at the touch. Eliza soon joined her father and tickled Blaine's wits out, and they didn't stop until he begged them to stop.

"Please… hihihi… you guys… hohaha… please stop… stop?!" Kurt picked up his daughter and sat her in his lap as he leaned away from Blaine who lay panting across the bed. Together he and Eliza chuckled a bit at the sight of the man who looked so plagued, but who they knew where fine. They often teamed up one way or another to tickle the third, and this time Blaine happened to draw the shortest straw.

Blaine sat up and debated in his head whether or not to make a counterattack at the two, but he figured that they would just win again, making him twinge again under their quick fingers, so he put away the idea – well, for now, at least. Instead he just leaned over and kissed the forehead of the girl, and then his husband's lips.

Kurt was delighted after Blaine's kiss, certain that he had forgiven them for the little attack, and decided to give them all a little treat. He sat Eliza down and got up from the bed and began walking towards the door of their bedroom.

"Anybody want some breakfast? Your choice", he smiled as he heard the two quickly getting off the bed and follow him towards the kitchen.