Chapter 27: How Do I Dad?

*ERROR'S P.O.V*

When I woke up, Ink was already gone. I could see a small note on the bedside table that read, "I went patrolling! Have fun with our son, Error 3 Love your one and only, Ink". I couldn't help but smile at his little note and perked up when I felt something move behind me. I looked over my shoulder and smiled at the sight of Paperjam curled up against me. He looked so calm and peaceful, curled up against me.

"Morning, kiddo." I whispered, pressing a kiss against his forehead before slipping out of bed and putting on a sweatshirt and shorts, yawning.

Wait, I never yawned.

I looked back and smiled, watching as PJ cracked open his eyes and looked up at me with a sleepy expression.

"Dad….? Where's Daddy?" He asked, looking up at me. I kneeled down and smiled, gently patting his head.

"Daddy had to go back to work today so he can save AU's." I calmly explained. His eyes widened and he gasped.

"Daddy's a superhero?!" He squeaked, his eyes filled with wonder. I snorted back a laugh and smiled at the innocence of our son.

"Yes. In a way, Daddy is a superhero." I chuckled.

"Does that mean you're a superhero too?" He asked, scooting closer. I let out a small hum and smirked.

"I'm the best superhero," I responded, "Your Daddy sure thinks so." I smiled as he let out a small giggle, looking up at me. I chuckled and ruffled his skull before standing up.

"Alright kid, you're up, I'm up… Your Daddy's not home to set boundaries… What do you want to do?" I asked. His eyes lit up and he stood up, smiling brightly.

"Can we go make breakfast?" He squeaked out. I smiled and nodded.

"Mm hmm. Today is just you and me, PJ. We can do whatever we want as long as we don't burn the house down." I said, walking out of the bedroom and down the stairs towards the kitchen. I heard the little pitter-patter of his feet on the floor as he skipped along after me, his giggle sounding throughout the house.

"Really?" He asked, tugging on my arm. I nodded and smiled.

"Yeah! What could go wrong?" I chuckled. He skipped ahead of me and into the kitchen, pulling up a chair and standing on it so he could reach the counter.

"Can we make pancakes?" He asked, looking up at me with a hopeful expression, bouncing slightly. I pulled out a cookbook and plopped it in front of him.

"Choose a recipe and I'll get the ingredients." I chuckled. He looked down at the book and turned the pages before smiling.

"This is the pancake one! It has a picture of pancakes on the page." He said, pointing at the picture in the corner. I patted his head.

"Good, now you tell me what we need to make this." I said. He stared at the page with a look of pure concentration and I watched as his expression turned from excited, to confused, to upset and then defeated before he turned to face me with a small frown.

"Dad, I can't read it…" He whispered. I looked down at him before I groaned and facepalmed.

I was probably the worst dad to forget his only son was five and had only read a few picture books with Ink as a bedtime story. Yeah, we tried to teach him but he would always end up distracted and try to make up his own story which seemed to improve is speaking a lot more than his reading. I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a soft whimper and I looked over to see my son staring at me, teary eyed. I panicked and touched his shoulder.

"N-No! Don't be sad! It's okay! How about I read off the ingredients and you grab the stuff?" I blurted out quickly.

I wasn't good with crying people to begin with, I didn't need my son to start crying without Ink here.

He looked up and sniffed, wiping away his oncoming tears and slowly smiling.

"Okay." He smiled and walked over to the pantry and I began reading off ingredients. He grabbed something for everything I said and we began to put the ingredients together just like the book said.

"Daddy my arm's tired, can you stir the batter now?" He whined after a good ten minutes of mixing. I looked at the batter and sighed.

"PJ, you know I don't exactly make things very well." I said, taking the spoon from him. His eyes watered and his lower lip puffed out.

"But you said you'd help!" He said. I groaned and began mixing the batter with a lack of enthusiasm.

"Fine, but only because your eyes and even worse than your Daddy's when you're begging." I snorted out. He only giggled and grabbed a juice box out of the fridge and began sipping on it in content, making me chuckle slightly.

He never ceased to get his way now did he?

I sighed and set the bowl of batter down on the counter.

"Alright now how do we make pancakes?" I asked him. He looked up at me.

"Umm…. I don't really know…. I watched Daddy a few times but I don't get it. He puts the batter onto a pan and he flips it over when one side is done." He said, looking up at me. I nodded and set a pan on the stove, turning it on and pouring some batter into the pan.

"Like that?" I asked, looking over at him. He smiled and nodded.

"Yeah! Just like that!" He cheered. I smiled and we watched the pan for a while until little bubbles popped up on the side of the pancake.

"Is it supposed to do that?" PJ asked, tilting his head slightly, his eyes not leaving the pan. I looked over at him and shrugged.

"I think so. I think it means that they're done." I suggested/ His shook his head and pointed.

"N-No! Is it supposed to do THAT?" He asked again, this time a bit more frantically and pointing at the pan. I looked and I froze seeing the batter swell into a huge bubble and pouring off the sides and making an awful hissing sound as it hit the burning surface. I yelped and picked up PJ running to the other side of the room and ducking under the counter just in time to hear a loud pop and the sound od something splattering all over the walls. After a few minutes of silence I peeked over and looked at the mess we made, slightly proud.

"Huh. Would you look at that." I said, nodding. PJ looked up and gasped.

"Daddy's not gonna be happy…." He whispered. My eyes widened.

"Oh shit…." I mumbled, running over and turning off the stove, swatting at the bits of pancake that caught on fire. PJ ran over beside me and yelped, slipping on a bit of batter on the floor and crashing into me, making me fall over.

"PAPERJAM!" I yelled, falling on my back. I felt something gooey fall on my head and I sat up to see bit of pancake batter blocking my view from my son, who had his hands over his mouth in shock. I looked around a final time and sighed, slowly letting out a chuckle.

"Your Daddy's gonna be so mad at me." I laughed, slowly lying on my back and laughing at our failure.

"Yeah, he is." PJ whispered, slowly starting giggling with me. Slowly but surely the house was filled with PJ and I's laughter as we sat on the floor of our messy kitchen. I stopped after a few minutes of this and I looked over at PJ, who was still trying to stifle his giggles, which only made me smile more. I loved this kid and if a big mess with his father made him happy then I'd do it all over again. He smiled at me and I reached over, ruffling his forehead.

"Well, maybe we should try and clean up a bit before dad gets home, huh?" I asked. He smiled and nodded.

"Yeah…. And Dad?" He said softly, looking up at me.

"Yeah? What's up?" I asked, resting my hand on his head. He smiled and nuzzled against my hand.

"This was the best day ever. Don't tell Daddy!" He whispered, giggling softly. I felt my cheeks warm and a large grin spread over my face.

"I would never. After all, what are superheroes for?"

BOOM! Guess who's back biatches? ME!

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