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Team awakens to the familiar sound of four little feet stampeding across the floor. His boys hurl themselves up onto the bed, already screaming before their father is even fully conscious, and Team sits up readily to accept their hugs. Close behind is Win, baby Jew on one hip and a tray with breakfast in his free hand. The twins are beaming in identical unison and looking no worse for wear considering it’s only a little past eight in the morning and they’re five.
“Happy birthday, daddy!” Chai and Ton exclaim, voices overlapping at least three times over as they speak. They squeeze their dad’s cheeks (and pretty much any available part of him) excitedly between them.
“Okay, okay, you rascals,” Win says with a grin, “settle down if you want him to eat the breakfast you helped make.” They’ve heard ‘rascal’ enough to know that they’re being rambunctious, so the twins do their best to sit still so daddy can enjoy his food.
Team plants a kiss to each of their heads and opens his arms to Win, who leans in, and Team bypasses him to take the baby from his arms instead. Win feigns offense but Team just laughs, Jew melting against Team easily. “Baby girl,” he murmurs to her, giving her a kiss as he’d done the boys. “Thank you for the breakfast, everyone,” he says with as much depth as he can muster at this time of day on a Sunday, for the sake of his sons’ little hearts. “You’re too sweet to do this for me.”
“Anything, daddy,” Ton replies, patting Team’s arm, and Chai nods quickly in agreement. Team’s heart swells and he shakes his head to ward off whatever tears want to come out. He’s become so emotional after adopting these kids; it’s sort of gross, but he’s come to accept it. (Pharm says he’s the same way, and then Team will laugh and say Pharm’s always been a crybaby. Pharm will whack him, but that’s as much as he can do since of course he can’t deny it.)
“Guys, go on and play so Daddy can have some quiet, okay?” Win says to the twins, and they readily leap back off the bed and run impossibly fast for the playroom. “Be careful!” Win adds, like it’ll make a difference.
Jew is as content as she always is in Team’s embrace and he holds her to him, feeling pretty damn good. “Happy birthday,” Win says to Team, and kisses him softly.
“Thanks,” Team says, and he actually blushes. He would have thought they’d be used to each other after a decade of annoying and loving each other, but no, Win still manages to make him blush after six years of marriage. Team doesn’t mind too much. “How much did they actually help make?”
“They opened the door for Pharm when he dropped the food this morning,” Win says flatly, grinning, and Team’s eyes widen in excitement.
“Yes! Is he still here?”
Win puts a distracted hand to Jew’s head, rubbing her cotton-soft hair gently. “They’re at the hotel; but he and Dean will be here for dinner tonight with the kids. Manow and Pruk are coming too, Del and Prae, Don; it’s gonna be a full house and a total disaster.”
“With nine kids on the loose and Manow to cause trouble?” Team says, sarcastic. “Can’t imagine how.”
Win’s grin widens and his eyes fall back on Team from where they’d been watching Jew. “I’ll cancel,” he says, a mix of dutiful and playful. “I’ll dump the boys and Jew on Dean and we’ll go out, the two of us. Say the word.”
“No,” Team laughs, sitting up to continue with breakfast, and Win pulls the baby into his arms so that he can eat easier. “It’ll be nice to see everyone. Family reunion, all of us in one place. Hardly happens anymore, you know?”
“Oh, I know.” Win presses another kiss to Team’s lips and lingers where they meet. When he pulls away, Team whines, and Win laughs at the reaction. “Do you want Ton to set fire to this house?” he asks. Team frowns. “Thought not. Eat up, birthday boy. Come join us whenever you feel like it.” Win gives him a grin, the hint of his old smirk there too, and he hasn’t taken a step for the door before Team tosses off the blankets for his and Win’s bed and is standing too.
“Let’s all share Pharm’s breakfast; it’s no fun eating alone,” he says.
“Who are you and what did you do with Team?”
Team rolls his eyes and grabs the tray off the comforter. “I won’t offer again,” he says, aloof, and marches past Win and Jew with his chin up. “Boys, it’s time to eat!” he yells. The answering shouts make Win smile and he pecks Jew’s cheek before carrying her out to join the rest of their family.