A bit of a new Blearyverse oneshot I’m tentatively calling Fathers’ Day.

“So what should we make Daddy for Father’s Day breakfast?” he asked as he spooned the mush into Nathan’s mouth.  “Frittata’s too messy to take to him in bed.  Maybe pancakes?”

Nathan gurgled and talked between bites and moved his hands, engaging Chris in conversation that he only understood bits of.  Nathan had been using gestures for a while, but he’d just recently started combining them with “words.”  The open mouth and hands grasping at air clearly meant “I would like another bite, please.”  Whereas fingers in the bowl meant “you are very slow at this,” and pushing the bowl away meant “I am now on the Cheerios and banana course of this meal again.”   “Da da da,” was obviously “Daddy,”  but other vocalizations were a lot less clear.  The scrunched nose he was currently sporting seemed to indicate that Nathan was not certain about Chris’ suggestion of pancakes.

“You’re right.  Syrup is messy, too.  Hmm.”  Chris looked at the clock.  Seven-fifteen.  Zach had gotten in late after a charity event and a week full of meetings.  But the weekend was just theirs.  Chris had even told his dad they’d get together the following weekend.  He wanted Zach’s first Father’s Day as a dad to be perfect, especially considering that it would be the first he’d been able to celebrate for decades.  So, Chris had turned off any alarms, and hoped that Zach would start his special weekend by sleeping in, maybe until nine or so.  Which meant he had time to bake.

“Banana bread?” he asked, looking at Nathan, who was holding up a smooshed piece of banana.

The baby squealed.