David might have been able to sleep in before fatherhood, but that wasn't the case now that Amy was on her own feet. She climbs up the bed expertly and crawls up and onto him, leaning to smack a big, wet, toddler kiss onto his cheek. "Daddddddddyyyy!!!" Tess chuckles as she finally catches up with his breakfast tray, leaning to pat her head. "Did you tell him Happy Father's Day?" Amy gasps as she remembers, sitting up straight. "Happy Fotters Day Daddy!!!! We made WAFFLES!!!!"
this is so cute i might die @leftmemories // well , he was asleep a few seconds ago . ❝ mmm ? ❞ oh , jeez , oh good ( it’s father’s day ! ) . and they’ve brought him waffles . he knows . he’s been around waffles all his life . he knows what they smell like , and he smelled them before they actually got here got a nice sense of smell ( absolutely no mind - reading , unless absolutely necessary : them’s the rules now ! ) . he’s not going to say that , though . ruin the whole thing for amy , who’s already sosoSO excited to wish him a happy father’s day ! ( dvd : what kind of a word is fotter ) he clears his throat , breaking into a wide , very sleepy , grin and sitting up on his elbows . she’s getting so big : we’re getting old , that’s what ! ❝ you made waffles ? ❞ he peeks up at the tray , and his grin widens . his favourite . ❝ ohhh , how did you know those were my favourite ? thank you , thank you ❞ a little reach over , just to pull little amy into his arms , same moment he smiles brightly up at tess . what a way to wake up . ❝ thanks to the both of you . ❞
