(Author's Note: This is fluff. It's all fluff. It's based on the song Tea For Two, which in itself is just a cute fluffy thing, and so yeah, this happened.

I also wanted to thank a really sweet anonymous reviewer, "Anna the Banana," for being my 100th review, and for inspiring me to finish and post this chapter. You're wonderful dear!

Standard disclaimers apply. I own nothing but my own imagination. I especially don't own the lyrics toward the end; those are taken directly from the song, Tea For Two.)

It was a quiet morning. Jack had gotten up early, despite being up late waiting for Katherine to finish an article the night before, and wandered around the apartment aimlessly. Before long, he found himself in the kitchen, starting a pot of tea for he and his still sleeping wife. He found the silence rather comforting. He was so used to the clamor of his children-which was wonderful-but Jack was enjoying the quiet for the time being. Three years of being a first time parent of two rambunctious, curious children took a lot out of a person, no matter how many rambunctious, curious newsboys they grew up with.

Nearly 20 minutes later, Katherine wandered through the doorway, looking very tired, but still as beautiful as ever.

"Hey," Jack greeted her, pulling her into his lap and handing her a cup of tea. He kept one arm around her waist to balance her on his leg, and in his free hand he held his own tea, which was already half gone.

"What's the special occasion?" Katherine asked suspiciously, smirking as she drank the tea, and then recoiling slightly when the liquid burned her tongue.

"Can't I just do something nice because I love ya?" His voice was thick with feigned offense.

"Hmm, well," she hummed playfully, setting her cup on the table and threading her arms around Jack's neck, "I guess that's alright." She pressed her lips to his lightly, but before she had the chance to pull away, Jack got his hand caught up in her hair and was kissing her back intently. Even after being married nearly five years, it sent a happy squirming sensation through his stomach. He would never get used to that feeling, and to be quite honest, he didn't want to. He wanted it to always be like this between him and Katherine; the way they could just be sitting here, with her in his lap, kissing him first thing in the morning, that was special. Jack knew very well that not many people were lucky enough to have a love like theirs, and he wanted to make damn sure he never took even a second of it for granted. When she pulled away, Katherine was laughing, light dancing in her eyes, making them lose the tired look that sometimes came with parenthood. She looked beautiful. Her nose was all crinkled up, and a smile was creeping its way across her face.

"Sometimes I almost forget just how much I love you," she chuckled, standing up and grabbing her tea off the table, downing half of it on her way to the sink. Jack watched her carefully putting away the dishes that had been set out to dry the night before. She always insisted that she do this; it made her feel useful in the kitchen, as he did most all of the cooking in their house. Out of nowhere, Katherine whipped around to face him, leaned back on the counter and stated plainly,

"You know, you were the first person who ever called me beautiful." Jack stopped.

"What?"

"You called me beautiful-" she said, as if she needed to remind him.

"Yeah, I ain't denying that part," he countered wryly.

"Remember how I was beautiful, smart, independent?" Jack shuddered at her terrible imitation of his accent.

"Yeah, I think I remember something like that," he teased.

"That was the first time anyone ever said I was beautiful." She looked sincere and thoughtful when she said it, like she'd been thinking about it for a long time, and knowing Katherine, she probably had been. Jack found it both unbelievable and sad that such a wonderful girl could have gone nearly 17 years of her life not knowing how beautiful she was, and now, nearly seven years after that, he was going to make sure she never forgot it.

"Well, I'll say it again right now. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my entire life." Katherine scoffed under her breath as she turned back to the dishes. "I mean it!" He reaffirmed. He glanced at yesterday's paper, wondering how the headlines were today, until a young voice pierced his thoughts.

"Papa!" Rosie cried. The three year old stumbled into the kitchen, dragging her sleepy brother behind her. Michael fought valiantly, but was eventually tugged into room by his sister, who was arguably the stronger and more stubborn of the two.

"Hey there Rosie baby!" Jack chuckled, lifting the little girl into the air. The tinkling shriek of laughter that fell from the little girl's mouth in that moment immediately became Jack's favorite sound in the world. He set her down on the chair that he had very recently been sitting in, and turned to Michael, only to find that the boy had fallen asleep again on the kitchen floor.

"Ace, come here. You're gonna want to see this."

"I wanna see!" Rosie cried, and stood up on the chair to get a better look over her father's shoulder.

The little boy was completely passed out on the ground, his dark, messy hair sticking to his face in a way that made him look almost like he'd been doused with water. Katherine came up behind Jack, wrapping her arms around his middle and resting her chin on his shoulder.

"Looks like someone's not quite ready to wake up," she commented, peering down at their son, sleeping contentedly on the kitchen tile. Jack reached down and hoisted the little boy over his shoulder.

"C'mon kid," he chuckled.

"Me too!" Begged Rosie, throwing her arms around Jack's neck and clambering on his back. Katherine was laughing loudly at him trying to balance both kids at the same time, one of them clinging to his back, the other looking around sleepily, but Jack was so happy, he didn't care. Never in his life would he have imagined he'd be in a predicament such as this one, being practically strangled by his children while his wife looked on, laughing at him; he never would have imagined that he would even have a wife or children. Rosie's happy shrieks, Michael's sleepy mumbles, and Katherine's bold laughter sounded like music to Jack, because against all the odds, he had a family. An old song popped into his head, one that he'd heard so many times that he'd forgotten where it came from, and he started to sing quietly and to his wife,

"We will raise a family,
A boy for you,
A girl for me,
And you'll see how happy we will be." It was scratchy and off key, but Katherine didn't seem to mind. He kissed the bridge of her nose and she smiled. Jack paused a second to take it all in. This was his life, his strange, wonderful, perfect life; he didn't want to miss a second of it.

(Okay, short explanation. I just have this feeling that-and we're assuming here that life is not actually a musical, as much as we wish it might be-that Jack can't sing very well, but sometimes he tries when he wants to be sweet and Katherine finds that absolutely adorable. But that's just me haha.

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