Happy Father's Day to daddy Treville

Treville just lay in his bed, smiling as he heard laughter coming from the kitchen along with the smell of bacon and sausage. He had woken up to hear footsteps running past his room and Aramis telling Athos and d'Artagnan to be quiet. He had a feeling this had something to do with Fathers Day so he let them go. He sat up when he heard footsteps coming up the stairs and grinned when Porthos walked in carrying a tray, his brothers behind him.

"HAPPY FAHTERS DAY!" they yelled.

Treville hugged them as they all piled on his bed and looked down at the tray that held a plate of scramble eggs, bacon, sausage and a glass of orange juice. "Oh boys it looks so good to eat."

"I helped Athos with the scramble eggs," d'Artagnan said with pride.

Treville smiled and eyed Porthos. He saw the older boy smile and shrug, having seen some egg shells in the eggs, and stuck his fork in the eggs before taking a bite. A few eggshells never killed anyone. "I trust you handled the bacon, Porthos."

"Of course. Like I was going to let Aramis burn another skillet," Porthos said, putting an arm around his brother's shoulder. "He did the microwave sausage."

Aramis just beamed with pride as he watched his dad eat everything on the plate and drink his orange juice. "We're going to take you to the park like you always take us."

Treville laughed and handed the tray back to Porthos. "Well, I certainly can't go in my pajamas. Why don't you boys get ready and I'll get dressed." He watched as his boys walked out of the room and got dressed for the day at the park. He was wondering how this was going to work because he was the one to push Aramis, Athos, and d'Artagnan on the swing and Porthos would sit on the bench laughing when Aramis and Athos would beat who could swing the highest and jump off while giving him a heart attack.

He walked down the stairs to see everyone by the door with d'Artagnan holding a picnic basket in his hands. "A picnic lunch too?"

"Yup. You're not going to cook today," Athos said. He took Treville hands and led him out the door and towards the park that was a few blocks away from them. "Today we're going to push you on the swing."

Treville tilted his head back and laughed as hard as he could. He could just picture Aramis, Athos, and d'Artagnan trying to push him on the swing. What a sight that would be.

Walking into the park, they took in all the kids playing in the park with their dads but they were doing it wrong. They were making them push them on the swing, push them on the tire swing, help them with the seesaw, and even had some grilling while they played. Finding a spot under a tree with shade to spar they set their basket down and pushed Treville towards the open swing.

"Alright dad, you sit and we'll push," Aramis said.

Treville smiled and noticed the other dads looking at him in confusion as he sat on the swing, obviously too big for it, but he laughed when Aramis told Athos and d'Artagnan what they should do.

"Okay dad, remember how to swing?" Athos asked as they pulled him back with some grunting.

"I'm not sure but I think it'll come back to me."

The boys counted down and pushed their dad forward, laughing when he didn't go very far but he still kicked his legs out. When he came back he had to keep his legs up so they didn't drag on the ground and they pushed him again. Though he didn't go far they had a great time pushing their dad on the swing. Beside them, a little girl watched as they pushed their dad. She stopped in mid swing and got off, pulling her dad onto the swing and smiled at the brothers before trying to push her dad.

"Never have I thought my daughter would be pushing me," the man said with a smile, looking at Treville. "Your boys seemed to have the right idea."

"It is Fathers Day," the girl laughed. "I should have been pushing you." She looked up when Athos abandoned his dad and helped her push her dad.

Porthos, for his part, walked in front of the swings and took a picture of the kids pushing their dads. He remembered they were all unsure what to get their dad for Father's Day and wanted this first Father's Day to be special and they could only think of one thing. Give their dad a day off.

After a few minutes of swinging, they moved onto the tire swing, having the same result of Treville not going far but he was having fun as his sons pushed him and Porthos taking pictures. After a fun filled day of swinging, tire swing, seesaw, and even Frisbee, it was time for lunch.

"Here you go dad. Turkey sandwich just the way you like it," Athos said, handing his dad his sandwich.

"d'Artagnan, open the chips up and Aramis, get the plates," Porthos said. He took the plates as Aramis handed them to him and placed their sandwiches on it while d'Artagnan put chips on them, giving Treville a little more.

"Do you want to go for a walk around the park after lunch?" Aramis asked.

"I think a walk will be a great idea," Treville said.

When they all finished their lunch, they started their walk around the park, enjoying the sun as they talked about anything and everything. From Aramis telling them about his crush, to Athos saying his gym teacher suggested a fencing class, d'Artagnan telling the tail of him eating a bug for a dollar, which earned a glare from Treville and gross faces from his brothers, and Portho told them a story he learned in History class.

"So what are we doing for dinner?" Treville asked, walking out of the park and heading for him. Not doing anything like he normally would had actually made him tired.

"Well, you can take a nap," Porthos said, "while we make dinner for you."

"Can't argue with that," Treville said, putting Porthos in a headlock.

They made their way up the walkway and d'Artagnan opened the door to let everyone in and took off up to his room. He came down a few seconds later with his batman blanket and drapped it over Treville, who sat in his chair.

"Thank you d'Artagnan."

The boys all smiled and wondered into the kitchen to make dinner while their dad slept. A few hours later Porthos walked into the family room and woke his dad up for dinner.

"It smells really good," Treville said.

"I called grandma and asked her how to make the chicken bake you like so much," Porthos said.

Treville swore he felt tears in eyes when he saw the dinner table already set and his sons already at the table. When he sat down and Aramis filled his plate with food he thought a few tears might have slipped down his checks as they all started talking once again about anything and everything. These boys had done a great job at make his first Father's Day special.

"So did you have a good day?" d'Artagnan asked.

"I had a blast. Today was the best day I've ever had," Treville said. "Thank you boys."