Kurt was jolted out of his slumber by a loud crash. Giggling and hushed voices told him it was a “Daddy-approved” experiment Emily was working on. And when there were no screams from Cole, he figured he was also awake and cheering on whatever was going on. He attempted to fall back asleep, but something triggered him to check up on what was happening and make sure nothing was ruined. It wasn’t his five-year-old daughter he was worried about, per se…more like his thirty-three-year-old husband.

He quickly went to the bathroom then padded out to the kitchen to peer in. Blaine and Emily were both covered in a mess of flour and eggs and the kitchen was filling with the aroma of turkey bacon cooking. Her bright eyes lit up as she got a glance of Kurt. “Hi, Papa!”

Blaine did a double take. “What are you doing up now? It’s only 7!”

“I had a feeling something was about to be destroyed,” Kurt replied, stepping in to the danger zone to give kisses to his family.

“Em wanted to surprise us with breakfast for Father’s Day, but she realized she couldn’t do it on her own and woke me up an hour ago.”

“Are you suhpized, Papa?” Emily asked.

Kurt bent down to sweep her up in his arms. “Of course I am, princess,” he said. “What are you making?”

“Bellman waffles!” she said giggling.

“It’s Belgian, sweetie,” Blaine corrected her.

“That sounds so good! What happened to make you guys all dirty, though?” Kurt asked.

“Daddy knocked the bowl over.”

Blaine gasped. “What did I say about telling Papa what happened?”

“But he asked and I don’t like lying to him,” Emily said, pouting.

“I knocked the original batter off the counter when I was plugging the waffle iron in.”

Kurt set Emily back down so he could refill Cole’s now-empty milk cup. “That sounds like something Daddy would do,” he joked.

“Yeah, yeah, make fun of my clumsiness when this is all for you.”

“I would never do that! After seventeen years together, haven’t you learned a thing about me? Making fun of my gorgeous yet clumsy husband? No way.”

Blaine rolled his eyes, but the smile spreading across his face told Kurt the truth. “I love you too.”

While Blaine began pouring the fresh batter on the iron, Kurt grabbed some kiwi, strawberries, and grapes he picked up at the farmer’s market the morning before to make a quick fruit salad. They sat at the table once everything was ready and ate, amicably talking about plans for the week since Blaine was already bored enough on summer vacation he couldn’t think of new things to do with the kids.

“Sometimes I wonder why you talked me out of another one, but then I realize I can’t entertain three children,” Blaine said.

Kurt laughed. “Why not? I’m already taking care of three,” he replied.

“Ouch. But don’t you want one last one?”

“Give me six months. Once Cole turns two, we’ll decide if this is it or if we can handle a third, let alone if Rachel wants to go through carrying one more.”

Blaine seemed satisfied with the answer. “Okay.”

Once everyone was fed, Emily stood up, ran to each of her fathers, and kissed them. “Happy Father’s Day, Daddy and Papa.”

“Happy, happy!” Cole began chanting from his high chair.

“Thank you so much, Emily,” Kurt said. “These were the best bellman waffles I’ve ever eaten.”

“That’s because you’re the best daddies ever!” she said.

“Alright, kiddo, how about you and I get cleaned up before we get on the computer to talk to Grandpa Anderson and Grandpa Hummel?” Blaine asked, picking Emily up.

“Can I show them my new dress?” she asked.

“Of course you can,” Blaine answered before taking her to the bathroom.

Kurt finished cleaning up the dishes that were left over then lifted Cole out of his high chair. It didn’t matter to him how many accidents occurred between Blaine and Emily or if the four of them would become five. He was perfectly satisfied with the family any which way.