Sundays were always Blaine's favorite time of the week. He and Kurt had set this day aside solely for family time. Blaine normally got up first since he definitely more of a morning person than Kurt was. He had tried once to see if Kurt wanted to get up with him but instead was just met with a hard pillow to the face. Because that attempt was such a failure, Blaine wasn't eager to try again any time soon.
After pushing himself out of bed, careful not to wake Kurt, he padded into the kitchen, still dressed in his navy blue flannel pajamas. Pancakes were also a tradition on Sunday mornings so he started on making the batter. Years ago, Blaine would have pulled out his culinary skills and made a unique flavored pancake, but now he and Kurt were cursed with three picky eaters. So, instead, Blaine only added chocolate chips into the batter. Even the pickiest kids couldn't resist chocolate chips.
He started to pour the batter onto the griddle when he heard little footsteps coming down the hallway. Blaine looked down the hallway and saw their six year old daughter, Aspen. She was dressed in her blue and purple little mermaid nightgown and her dark brown curls stuck out at all ends. "Morning Penny, what are you doing up so early?"
"My nose waked me up." Penny replied as she walked closer to the griddle. "They look really yummy!"
"Well thank you!" Blaine replied as he reached down, picked her up and then pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Why don't you go and watch some tv until Papa and the babies wake up. Then we'll all eat okay."
"I wanna help!" the six year old proudly decreed. Blaine couldn't argue with that.
"Well alrighty then assistant." he laughed. He set Penny down on the floor and walked over to the kitchen table and grabbed a chair. He placed the chair in front of the island and Penny hopped up on it.
"What do I do?" She asked.
"Just place your hand on here and I'll show you." With Blaine's help, Penny poured the rest of the pancakes on the griddle and then flipped them when they were ready. While they were doing that, Kurt had finally decided to wake up. He yawned and stretched his arms up high. He wanted to stay wrapped warmly in the covers, but the sounds of their twin two year olds echoed through the baby monitor. Kurt pushed himself out from under the covers and walked into their nursery. Instantly, Kurt could see who was so unhappy to still be in their crib.
"Charlie, what do you think you are doing?" Kurt scolded. His two year old daughter had one leg over her crib railing and was trying to get the other leg over. Kurt walked over and grabbed the toddler and placed her back in the crib. He and Blaine really needed to get the twins beds because it was clear that his daughter was determined to escape. As soon as Charlotte was back in her crib, she began to stomp her feet and cry. Tantrums had really hit the Anderson-Hummel house hard. Well from Charlie anyway. In the crib across the room, Caleb lay quietly just taking in the scene. He was their calm, laid back child and Kurt and Blaine were both very thankful for him.
"Oh Charlie stop it." Kurt sighed, as he lifted their daughter out of the crib. She struggled against her father's grasp and wiggled down to the floor. Not wanting to fight with his very independent two year old, Kurt let her go and walked over to Caleb's crib. "Hey buddy. You ready to get out and go get some breakfast?" he asked with a smile.
"Out!" Caleb replied and reached his arms up to his father. Kurt picked him up and settled him on his hip. Charlie was already at the door, reaching for the doorknob.
"Alright, little miss runaway." Kurt laughed. "Let's go see, Daddy." He followed his toddler into kitchen and saw Blaine and Penny finishing up the pancakes.
"Papa! We made pancakes!" Penny announced.
"I see that." Kurt replied with a smile. "They look amazing!" Kurt walked over to Caleb's high chair and placed him in it. The little boy sat contently and looked around. His sister on the other hand had already made a break for the living room and had pulled out a whole bucket of legos and dumped them on the floor. "Charlie, you've been awake for five minutes and you've already made a mess. Blaine, can you get your daughter?"
"Why is she always my daughter when she's making a mess?" Blaine asked before heading to the living room. Kurt in the meantime opened the fridge and grabbed the gallon of milk and poured it into two sippy cups and a princess glass. Then, the family of five was ready to sit down for breakfast. They all ate happily. Even Penny, who was the pickiest out of all three kids, ate three pancakes for breakfast.
Another tradition that the Anderson-Hummel family had on sundays was watching a movie after breakfast. "Daddy, can we watch 'Moana' today?" Penny asked.
"Honey, we've watched that one a lot in the past few days." Blaine replied. "What about a different movie?"
"No! I wanna watch Moana!" Penny whined. Blaine looked over to his husband, desperation on his face. Blaine could practically recite "Moana" by heart and didn't think that he could take another showing.
"What if we watch a really special movie?" Kurt offered. "It can be a new one. We'll buy it from amazon. Anyone you want."
"Anyone I want?" Penny asked again to clarify.
"Yup anyone." Kurt told her as he pulled up amazon on their television. They flipped through tons of movies before Penny finally decided on "Trolls." Penny flopped down on the couch and nestled herself next to Blaine and Kurt did the same on the other side. The babies had settled down on the floor to play with toys. Normally, either Kurt or Blaine only got to see half the movie because the twins got bored, but today they were doing really well. Both were engrossed with the brightly colored singing trolls on the television.
"I'm impressed with the twins today." Kurt replied. "We never get to see this much of the movie."
"You're right." Blaine laughed. "And this movie is pretty good. I am pretty invested." As if on cute, Charlie pulled her attention from the television and redirected it to the lego bucket that was currently resting in her brother's hands. She grabbed it from him, which startled Caleb and made him cry.
"We spoke too soon." Kurt replied, as Caleb tottled over to him. "Charlie, give Caleb back the bucket." The little girl was clearly not listening. Instead, she placed the bucket over her head and began walking around as she babbled words. Blaine couldn't help but laugh. The sight was just too cute. "Blaine! Don't laugh! Then she'll think that what she's doing is okay."
"Oh come on Kurt! This is adorable." Blaine said as he pulled his cell phone from his pocket to capture the experience on video.
"This is gonna end badly." Kurt muttered, still holding Caleb in his lap. As Blaine continued to film, Charlie walked all over the room. It was going well until she took a sharp turn and ended up walking head first into the wall. Five seconds later, screaming echoed through the room. Blaine sighed, which was enough to let Kurt know that he was right and then went over to pick up his daughter. He held her in her arms and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Both Kurt and Blaine knew that she wasn't hurt. She had just scared herself. Their daughter was rather dramatic. They were both surprised that Penny wasn't more dramatic considering that she was biologically part Rachel. Charlie however had proved herself ever since she was born that she wanted to be the center of attention and she wanted to be heard.
"This is why we listen to Papa." Blaine whispered to her as her sniffles died down. After that, they finished the movie and had a pretty lazy sunday. At the end of the night, all five of them ended up in Kurt and Blaine's king sized bed. All three kids were sleeping peacefully and looked like little angels.
"Did you have a good sunday?" Blaine whispered, reaching his hand across the bed to Kurt. Kurt smiled and grabbed his husband's hand and began running his thumb over Blaine's knuckles.
"I had a great day." Kurt replied. "I can't believe this is our life. We are so lucky." he added staring down at Penny, Charlie and Caleb.
"We truly are." Blaine agreed. Kurt nestled himself under the cover and snuggled next to his babies. It was clear that tonight, everyone would be sleeping in Daddy and Papa's bed. Blaine reached over and turned off the light and snuggled with the rest of his family. It had been a great sunday, even with the temper tantrums and bucket accidents.