DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION.

I loved writing this chapter. I think I have a cavity from the sweetness.

As his sleep ended, Arthur rolled over and squinted his eyes shut, trying to keep the morning light away for a few more moments. From the absence of soft contact with his arm he could tell that Ariadne must already be up. He pulled the blankets over himself further and settled in, ready for more sleep.

A pair of giggles alerted him to another presence in the room. They were soon accompanied by a pair of footsteps walking quietly around the floor, and soon, Arthur could feel two small weights on the foot of the bed.

So much for sleeping in, Arthur thought to himself with a smile. He could feel the two figures creeping up the bed. He waited. He waited until he felt the small bodies leaning right over him.

Quickly, he sat up and threw the blanket over his attackers, sending them to the mattress in floods of giggles. He wrapped the blanket around his children as their heads poked up from the top.

"Daddy's awake!" Thomas cried excitedly.

Arthur smiled. "And you two are trying to sneak up on me.," he said, sweeping up both the tiny figures and pulled them up next to him at the head of the bed. Samantha huffed and pulled the blanket down from her head before quickly wrapping her arms around Arthur's neck.

"Happy father's day!" she giggled after placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Ah, so that's why you're not letting me sleep."

Thomas leaned over to his side and straightened, this time holding a piece of paper. "Here daddy!"

Arthur took the card and opened it carefully.

Dear daddy

Happy daddy's day!

You're the bestest daddy ever and I love you way more than sam.

Tomas.

Arthur smiled at the poorly spelled card. On the front was a poorly drawn picture of Arthur. Suit and everything.

"Thank you Thomas, it's lovely. Where's mommy?"

"Making breakfast. Here!"

Samantha pushed a large picture into Arthur's hands. Arthur held It up to his face and smiled at the colourful canvas.

"Do you like it?" Samantha asked, her large brown eyes staring up in hope.

"I love it. It's a very pretty picture." Arthur smiled. "You know, mommy used to draw. She was the best."

Thomas rolled his eyes slightly. "Yes daddy, you've said that before."

Samantha jumped back into her place next to Arthur. "Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"What's a stick in the mud?"

Arthur stiffened and inwardly shuddered at the familiar nickname. "Why?"

"Uncle Eames says that before you met mommy, you were a big one," Samantha explained. "He also said that you were like that because you had…what was it, Thomas?"

"A stick up your butt."

Arthur sighed heavily.

"No Thomas, Uncle Eames says "arse." I remember."

"Alright, well let's stop saying it," Arthur quickly said. "You really shouldn't say that stuff anyway."

Samantha's eyes narrowed, an exact copy of her father's face. "Uncle Eames says it's ok."

Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, well daddy doesn't like it."

"Uncle Eames also says what daddy doesn't know, won't hurt him."

"Oh he does, does he?"

Thomas nodded. "Yep." He pulled on Arthur's arm. "Let's go have breakfast."

"You two go ahead, I'll be down in a minute."

As the small children ran out of the room to the aroma of freshly made pancakes, Arthur slipped out of the bed. He walked over to his desk and placed the card and picture down on the surface carefully, as if they were a pair of diamonds.

He framed them later.