Readers kids wanting to make a big breakfast and celebration for stepdad!tom since it’s Father’s Day 😭
You felt a small hand on your shoulder, drawing you out of you sleep, your eyes fluttering open to see your youngest son with his small pointer finger pressing against his lips to signal that for you to say quiet. You saw your daughter standing behind him with a bright look on her face.
A small hand wrapped around yours and tugging you out of bed, puling you from the coziness of your sheets and your husbands hold.
"Babe?" you hear Tom's voice call to you as your kids scuttle to hide behind you so he doesn't see them.
"I'm just going to check on the kids, hon, go back to sleep" Tom didn't argue, rolling over and falling back asleep, his filming schedule having taken a lot out of him recently.
Once you got out of your bedroom, the kids started to talk all at once, making your still sleep fogged brain confused.
"Guys, you know this, one at a time" you groan, rubbing your eyes as your kids began to guide you down to the kitchen.
"We wanted to make Tom a father's day breakfast but we don't know how to make pancakes" you couldn't fight the smile the took over your face when they said this.
"Well if you want I can make the pancakes and you guys can make some drawings for Tom" you smiled, ruffling both of your kids’ hair.
"No, mommy, we already made him cards, we want to make him breakfast with you" Gosh, these kids were gonna kill you with their cuteness.
"Okay then, let’s make pancakes," small cries of joy escaping from their tiny bodies as they hugged each other tight, jumping up and down.
You made an absolute disaster of the kitchen and in the process pancakes were also made, as your kids plated the pancakes on a little tray to bring to Tom, you poured him a cup of tea. Your heart melting as you watched your kids bicker about who could carry the tray to Tom, they settled on each carrying one side.
Opening the door for them they walked to the side of the bed where Tom slept, your daughter reaching out and nudging Tom's bare shoulder, bringing him out of his slumber.
"Hmm, whats happening?" he looked at you, his face of misunderstanding bringing you joy. "My birthday was earlier this month"
"Happy Father's Day Tom!" your kids cried in unison, setting the tray down on his lap before running out giggling. There was tears in Tom's eyes as he examined the heart shaped pancakes.
"Father's day" he whispered to himself, a salty smile on his cheeks as he thought about what that meant. The kids came running back in the room, both of them holding some cards that they had made.
"What do you guys have there?" Tom asked, no longer trying to hold back the tears of joy that slipped from his eyes.
"We made you cards" your son spoke, jumping on the bed and setting himself in Tom's lap, after Tom moved the tray. He thrust his hand in Tom's face handing Tom a card that had 4 stick figures on it, each one having a label above it, he read it from small to large, sister, me, mom, dad. His heart stopped as he read over the word again and again, Dad, he was a dad, they had chosen him as their dad.
"See, its all of us" Tom didn't know if he could talk, throat closed with emotion.
"Yeah, I see that buddy, I love it" Tom pulled the boy close into his chest kissing his head rapidly.
"I made you something too" your daughter piped up, climbing up next to her brother and handing him a card that had a flower on the cover, opening it to reveal misspelled words that made his heart glow.
"Bast Dad Evr" was all it said, and it was enough to make Tom crush you daughter in a hug, both your kids in his arms as he kissed their heads.
"We love you, dad" they mumble, once again in unison.
Dad, he thought, I could get used to that, please give me the chance to get used to that.
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