Happy Mark Lee day 🥺 I couldn’t help myself I needed to write something for him
“Mommy! It’s Daddy’s birthday!!” Rebecca bounces to where you’re drinking your coffee in the kitchen.
“I know baby, what do you want to do for him?” you ask placing your coffee mug down on the counter and picking her up.
“Could we make him a cake? I know daddy likes your baking very a lot.” the five-year-old asks playing with the hem of your shirt.
“Very much, silly girl” you correct her “And of course we can Becca! Why don’t you go get your brother, and we can get right on it, be sure not to wake your dad.” you giggle placing her back on the ground.
You hear her attempting to quietly pad across your home to her younger brother’s room. The sound fills your heart with warmth knowing you have her and John in your life thanks to your wonderful husband. You blow on your coffee before taking another sip allowing you to wake up more and prep to bake a cake with a five-year-old and a three-year-old. Not too much later you hear two small quiet giggles and running coming towards you. Not even a minute later there they both are ready to help you bake their dad a cake. You bend down to attempt to fix John’s very severe bedhead and place a kiss on his forehead.
“Good morning sleepyhead,” you smile at him “you ready to make daddy a cake?”
“Mmhmm mommy, can I do the icing?” he mumbles still waking up slightly.
“We can all do the icing honey, it’ll make it even more special for daddy.” you boop his nose
Let’s go get you two some chairs to stand on then we can get everything together. Immediately they both bounce into the dining area to get chairs, of course failing to carry them themselves. You smile down at them before grabbing both chairs yourself and moving them to the kitchen. Gathering all the ingredients you realize you need more flour in your flour pot and grab the new bag placing it in front of your son.
“I’ll open it, mommy!” he enthuses
“Baby Bear, no!” of course you were too late to stop him.
When you get to him both he and Rebecca are covered in flour and she has her hand wrist-deep in the jar of chocolate icing. You hear a groan come from your room followed by shuffling in your direction.
“Well, good morning you three.” Mark sighs “Am I interrupting something?”
“Happy birthday daddy!” your kids announce in unison before running up to hug him.
Your daughter effectively covering Mark’s pantleg in icing and both of them covering him in flour. He simply smiles and picks each of them up with one arm.
“Thank you, babies,” he places a kiss on each of their cheeks “why don’t we get you two cleaned up?”
“Sorry honey, we wanted to surprise you with a cake but Baby Bear decided to help mommy and open the new flour bag.” you explained before kissing him.
You managed to gross out your kids with one kiss making you both smile getting lost in the moment slightly. That is until your daughter placed her icing-covered hand on your cheek giggling as she does so.
“And you little miss,” you start “why were your hands in the icing?” you tease
“I wanted a taste” she mumbled shyly.
“Jeez you’re your father’s daughter.” you sigh while smiling.
“Happy birthday darling, we get to bathe the kids as your birthday surprise.”
“Anything with the three of you is the best present.”
