It had become what Maverick considered a natural disaster getting everyone ready in the mornings. The Bennett house had grown really hectic over the past few years, and Maverick almost wished he could change it all back to when it was just he and Alyssa. Granted, Maverick loved being a father, and he loved his children more than anything, but, it was mornings like this one -a Thursday of all days, Maverick’s busiest day of the week - that he wanted to crawl back into bed and forget that there were five other people in the house. With his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and a towel around his waist, he heard his alarm going off in the room next to him. With a quick turn of the faucet handle, the man moved towards the bedroom, waking up his sleeping wife - he’d gotten up an hour and a half prior this morning - and kissing her forehead. “Morning, love.” he stated, the words coming out as a jumbled mess between the toothbrush and the tooth paste. He moved out of the room, and began knocking on all of the children’s doors, his hand holding his towel in place. “Zoey, Zander, Zeke, Zane. Let’s go! Get up.” he called, the tooth brush now in the hand he’d been using to knock. “Seriously, we aren’t doing this again, get up!” he called, moving back to the bedroom to continue brushing his teeth.