Michael stood on his tip toes reaching for the box of Lucky Charms balanced atop the fridge. Rachel was quite the picky eater and no matter how much he tried to coax her into eating what he was cooking for breakfast, the only thing she seemed to want in the morning was a bowl of that sugary mess.
He’d long ago given up on dissuading her from the cereal; nothing worked. Personally he blamed Gabriel. He knew leaving him on babysitting duty wasn’t the best idea, but it’d been so long since he and Lucifer had gotten some alone time that it seemed like a fantastic idea at the time.
Fingers wrapping around the box, Michael hissed pulling his hand back to rub soothing circles on his protruding bump. “Someone’s rather active this morning,” he whispered looking down at his stomach.
“Need a hand?”
Turning around, a small smile pulled across Michael’s face as he saw Lucifer leaning against the door frame. Moving a hand to his back, he nodded up towards the fridge, “can you get Rach’s cereal for me?”
Striding forward, Lucifer leaned in to press a light kiss against Michael's lips, "of course," he replied turning to the fridge. Grabbing the cereal in question, he placed the box on the counter behind Michael. Hand coming up to rest along the curve of Michael's belly, Lucifer smiled running his thumb over the worn fabric of Michael's blue apron.
"I hope you're not giving mommy a hard time," he spoke lightly looking up at Michael questioningly.
"He's just being active, no worse than the twins were."
Lucifer nodded remembering how tired Michael had been back then, the constant aches he felt, how his back always cramped up from the extra strain. The twins had been quite a handful, still were now that they were six and felt the need to explore everything.
“What are you doing up anyway? You’re supposed to be taking an easy Mike.”
Huffing Michael rolled his eyes, “I’m hardly fragile Luce, besides I wanted to make breakfast for the kids.”
Face softening Lucifer sighed, “I know, just, let me finish up here. You can set the table,” he added when he saw Michael’s eyes narrow.
“Fine,” Michael spoke turning to grab a bowl for Rachel and moving towards the table.
A loud crash echoed through the house and Michael simply shook his head looking over to Lucifer.
“Balthazar,” they both said in unison.
“It’s your turn to round up the twins,” Michael said as he poured Rachel’s cereal
Putting down the skillet he’d grabbed, Lucifer smirked at Michael, “I’ll be down in a bit, don’t you try and sneak cooking anything,” he teased placing a kiss to Michael’s temple as he moved towards the stairs running into Anna on the way up to the boys’ room.
“Anna, could you help mom with the table?”
Sighing the red head mumbled “sure” as she walked down to the kitchen. One day they’ll learn to coordinate in the morning, she thought, hopefully before baby number 5 entered the picture.
Throwing open the door, Lucifer bellowed “Good Morning, Vietnam!”
“Dad, we’re not in Vietnam.”
“It’s another one of his cinema references Cassie.”
Smiling Lucifer ruffled the boys’ hair. Catching sight of the overturned lamp by the corner of the room he turned his gaze to the older twin, “Bal, it’s a bit early to start breaking things don’t you think?”
“It was an accident, I swear,” Castiel blurted out, his eyes watering as he chewed his bottom lip looking worried.
Blinking in shock Lucifer smiled at Cas placing a hand on his shoulder, “it’s ok Cas, we can fix it, it’s just a lamp.”
Nodding, Castiel wiped at his eyes as Balthazar threw an arm over his shoulders.
“Dad, you should have seen it, he did this backflip and-”
Holding a hand up Lucifer shook his head, “nope, if I hear that you’ve been horse playing I’m gonna have to ground you two, mom’s orders, so I don’t want to hear it Bal.”
“Fine…what if I tell you Uriel was the one who-“
“Sorry kiddo not gonna work. Now why don’t you two wash up, mom’s cooking breakfast.”
“Can we have sausage?”
“How about waffles,” Lucifer asked as he moved to the door.
“Now hurry up you two, time’s a wasting.”
Smirking as the two boys scrambled to get first dibs on the bathroom, Lucifer turned to head back to the kitchen. Michael sat at the table, feet propped up on a chair, a hand resting on his bump while Anna stood by the island counter dicing up fruit.
“Seems she’s on strict orders from Daddy not to let me cook,” Michael chuckled looking up as Lucifer entered.
“Well it’s a good thing one of the kids listens to me,” he teased as he grabbed for the box of waffle mix.
“Waffles,” Michael asked raising an eyebrow.
“I promised the boys waffles if they got ready quickly,” Lucifer spoke as he began pouring the mix into a large bowl.
“Luce, you’re not supposed to bribe six year olds.”
“It’s not bribery,” Lucifer drawled as he began stirring the mixture up, “it’s more like incentives for good behavior.”
Sighing Michael opened his mouth to remark how that was the same thing, when the pattering of little feet along linoleum stopped him. Smiling at the still sleepy three year old standing at the entrance of the kitchen, Michael moved his feet off the chair and moved to stand.
“Morning sleepyhead,” he whispered as he bent to pick up their youngest child.
“Mornin’ mamma,” Rachel mumbled nuzzling her head into the crook of Michael’s neck.
“You want breakfast sweetheart?”
Nodding Rachel murmured something unintelligible that Michael took for a yes as he moved to sit her down in her chair. Grabbing the milk, chocolate, because of course she had to pick that up from Gabriel as well, he poured her cereal and handed her a spoon.
Hand moving to his back Michael let out a huff of breath at another strong kick from the baby. He sure was active this morning, there was no denying that.
There was a loud thump followed by laughter (Balthazar’s), and suddenly the sound of tiny feet running down the hall.
“No running,” Lucifer called out half paying attention as he began moving the cooked waffles to a paper plate.
To the sounds of: “Well, its waffle time, its waffle time! Won’t you have some waffles of mine?” Balthazar and Castiel came running into the kitchen quickly heading for the table to fight over which one got the chair near the head by Dad.
Sitting triumphantly at the table Cas smiled turning his gaze to look at Michael, “Morning mom.”
Moving for the chair next to Cas, Balthazar grumbled as he sat at the table. Next time he’d get the spot for sure. “Morning mum,” he replied crossing his arms over his chest.
“I swear, I’m gonna have Gabriel’s hide for teaching you two that song.”
Grinning Balthazar elbowed Cas murmuring something just soft enough for them to hear. Nodding Cas smiled as his brother stood up on the chair.
“Balthazar, get off that chair this instant,” Michael hissed.
The order only served to egg the six year old on, as he began dancing on his chair, his arms waving above his head as he twisted about from his spot.
“It’s peanut butter jelly time, peanut butter jelly time, peanut butter jelly time…”
Beside him, Castiel had a hand covering his mouth as he tried to keep from laughing, but one look at Michael had him quite serious.
“Well Mr. ‘Peanut-Butter-Jelly-Time’, you’ve just earned yourself a bowl of oatmeal,” Lucifer smirked as he put down Castiel’s plate of waffles and Balthazar’s bowl.
“But that stuff is icky,” Balthazar whined jumping down from his seat to poke at the mixture distastefully.
“Well think about the consequences, the next time you decide to ignore your mother.”
Putting down a plate of waffles with a side bowl of fruit for Michael, Lucifer sat down in his seat reaching for the syrup and pointedly ignoring the outraged look on Balthazar’s face as he pushed his bowl away.
“Bal, eat your oatmeal, Daddy worked really hard on it,” Michael spoke as he speared a cube of melon.
“He put it in the microwave mom.”
“Fine,” the blonde sighed hesitantly pulling up a spoonful of the mix. “Bottoms up,” he murmured taking a bite and promptly pulling a face as he reached for his juice.
Cutting into his waffles, Cas pushed half of one to his brother as discreetly as possible. Smiling, Balthazar took the offered food chewing happily while Castiel reached for the oatmeal.
Michael pretended not to notice the two of them switching food and instead looked over at Lucifer who was studying the Sunday paper. Reaching a hand out to grasp Lucifer’s, Michael smiled, this was life.
“Luci I’m home!”
Cringing Lucifer looked up to the kitchen entrance to watch Gabriel walk in, lollipop in mouth, grinning like a maniac.
“Hello Gabriel, don’t you have somewhere else to be,” Lucifer spoke closing his paper.
“And miss out on the free waffles, not a chance,” Gabriel grinned moving to grab a plate. Walking to his customary seat, Gabriel ruffled the twins’ hair stopping to look at Castiel who was happily slurping up oatmeal. “Kiddo I worry about you sometimes,” he muttered before taking his spot across from Anna.
“So are you just going to mooch off us every weekend?”
“Why Mikey, you act as if you’re unhappy to see me,” Gabriel gasped pretending to be offended.
“Not unhappy, just thought you’d be mooning over that neighbor of yours,” he spoke with a wink as he took another bite of fruit.
Coughing Gabriel quickly recovered, throwing his arm over the back of Balthazar’s chair “and miss time here with my favorite nieces and nephews?”
“We’re your only nieces and nephews,” Balthazar deadpanned.
“And that’s why you’re my favorites,” Gabriel grinned.
Smirking Lucifer looked over at Gabriel, “you still haven’t said more than ‘hello’ to that Crowley fellow have you?”
Chewing his bite of waffle first Gabriel shrugged, “it’s all about a grand reveal Luci.”
“Uh-huh, sure it is Gabe.”
“Gabe,” Rachel cried clapping her hands together.
Turning to his left Gabriel looked over at his youngest niece, “what is it sweetie?”
Pointing at her bowl, Gabriel noticed for the first time the marshmallows floating in a sea of chocolate milk. Turning to Castiel, Gabriel smirked pointing at the bowl, “you should take notes Cassie, your sister is doing breakfast right.” Turning back to face Rachel he stuck out his hand, “high five baby girl.”
“Gabriel, Lucky Charms and chocolate milk is not a suitable breakfast, by any standards, contrary to what you believe,” Michael spoke leveling his gaze at Gabriel.
Rolling his eyes Gabriel muttered “spoilsport” as he took another bite of his waffles.
Breakfast continued in quiet for the most part, the children to busy eating waffles and Gabriel attempting to see just how much syrup he could fit on his plate before it ran off the edge. Finishing his waffles and reaching out for his cup of chocolate milk, the Hershey syrup kind not Ovaltine, Gabriel looked across the table, “So, what’s the agenda for today; Cowboys and Indians or Makeovers?”
Michael shook his head as he watched his children begin yelling to Gabriel what they were going to do today. Normally Sunday breakfast was a quiet affair, but ever since Gabriel had decided to begin popping in, they’d gotten quite loud. Gabriel had that sort of effect on gatherings of any kind, the good thing was while he was here Michael and Lucifer got a chance to relax while Gabriel jumped into his role as ‘the fun uncle’.
“It’s up to Uncle Gabe what you guys do, but don’t forget Uncle Raph will be in later today. He’s just gotten back from his trip, so don’t get too dirty,” Lucifer warned trying to quiet down the table.
“Are we getting presents,” Rachel asked earning muffled laughter from her parents.
“I’m hurt baby girl; you’d replace me with a toy,” Gabriel teased.
“Toys have an off switch,” Balthazar mumbled.
“What was that Bal,” Michael asked raising an eyebrow.
“I said, ‘Can you teach me to pitch,’” Balthazar said flashing a smile.
“Right,” Michael said, “well nobody’s doing anything until this kitchen is spotless.”
Michael smiled as he watched the boys begin to wipe at the counters while Anna began clearing the table of dishes and Rachel carried the milk to the fridge. For the most part their children were like angels.