Summary: Jake's second birthday.
"Happy birthday, Jake."
"Cakey! Cakey!"
Striker smiled fondly as his now two-year-old son reached out for the cupcake he was holding. "Hold yer horses, kiddo. Don't forget to make a wish."
Striker placed the cupcake on the table, right in front of Jake. He had to help the impling stand up on his seat; he held his son by the waist as Jake blew a raspberry at the single candle on the cupcake. Afterward, Jake dug his snout into the small pastry, staining his mouth and nose with red frosting.
"Dada, wook! Me have mudtache!" Striker chuckled as Jake pointed at his frosting-covered nose. He rubbed his chin.
"Mmm… Not quite yet, pup. You need a little shavin'." Striker wiped some of the frosting with a napkin, leaving only two thin lines. "There, that's better."
"Look like dada now!" Jake cheered.
"Almost. There's still a little somethin' missin'." Striker placed his hat on Jake's head. "Now you look like daddy." he chuckled as the hat slipped and covered Jake's far smaller head.
"Too big!" the impling whined adorably.
"Don't worry, little one." Striker ruffled his son's hair. "You'll grow into it eventually."