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Rustling was heard in the kitchen of a certain intergalactic household as 2 children poured pancake mix in a pan.
The oldest was a boy roughly around 6, and the youngest was a little girl, only a year old.
“Okay, Beryl! Remember, don’t wake them up until I say so. Our dads will be so happy when they see we made breakfast for them!” Said the oldest, whos name was Bartholomew.
The girl paid no attention to him, at all. She was fully involved in the task. Babbling to herself, the word “dada” being heard a couple of times.
It wasn't her first time in the kitchen, but she still wanted to make sure everything turned out… edible. It's not like she knew what those words were supposed to mean, either. She just wanted to make her dads happy. That's all. Despite the fact she obviously had a favorite dad, she felt generous today.
The oldest noticed it was time to flip and grabbed a spatula before flipping the pancake straight onto the floor.
Beryl gave him a cold-eyed stare. God, why was her brother such a fool? She still liked him that way, so why not help him out for once, right?
He began to panic before Beryl crawled over to it and picked it up, burning it at the touch. She had fire powers after all. She held the burnt pancakes for a while, until she realized what happened.
She scrunched her face and began to quietly sob. Bartholomew noticed it. He was scared too, but he couldn't bear to see Beryl crying. He held his frightened sister for a bit, trying to find the right words to comfort her. He didn't know what to do either.
Suddenly, he heard one of the doors creek open and he carried Beryl behind the couch, lighty covering his and her mouth.
Footsteps approached the kitchen, and they quickly heard a gagging sound. Before a voice was heard.
“Bartholomew Benvolio, show yourself!”
Bartholomew’s heart dropped and he carried Beryl to the kitchen with him; both were terrified.
There were their fathers standing there, Smart Beavis and Smart Butthead, both with stern looks on their faces.
“Would you care to explain what happened here?” Smart Beavis said in a straightforward tone
He froze. They ruined the surprise and now their dads were mad. Things couldn't get worse.
“...Come here, you two. Are you injured?” Smart Butthead softly asked, kneeling down to their level, pulling them close and picking up Beryl. He noticed tears rolling down her cheeks, and decided to pull her into a tight hug, giving her a kiss on her forehead.
“My poor babies… why did this happen?”
As the Smarts comforted their kids, Smart Beavis noticed something lying on the floor. It seemed like a pancake… a burnt, pitch-black pancake, laying on the floor.
Suddenly everything clicked.
He tapped his partner’s shoulder, getting him to look at it.
The both glanced at each other before both smiling in relief.
“Barthie… did you try to make breakfast?” Smart Butthead said, a humored look on his face.
Bartholomew glanced at Beryl, not sure what to answer, but she had already fallen asleep in her dad’s arms, snoring softly.
Before he had a chance to say anything, Smart Beavis came up with a fancy plate. There was no need for cutlery, as the pancake was way too burnt for him to be able to cut or make any dent in it.
The Smarts locked eyes. They knew exactly what had to be done. Smart Beavis took a small bite before handing it to his husband.
The pancake was awful. Atrocious, even.
…But they didn't mind it. Their kids tried their best. It was a surprise. A nice surprise, indeed.
They kept eating, appreciating every single bit of it, as their son gazed at them in awe.
“You both really enjoy it?” Bartholomew asked, a smile forming on his face.
“Of course! We both enjoy everything you both make.” Smart Butthead replied with, finishing his half and going to embrace him, Beryl still in his arms.
“It is fantastic… thank you so much…” he whispered, patting his head. He glanced at the clock to see it was only 4:32 am.
He stared back at his son. Bartholomew couldn't hide the silly smile plastered on his face. He was so relieved everything turned out well.
“Shall we go back to bed now?” Smart Beavis asked his husband.
Bartholomew objected, before Smart Butthead had the chance to say anything. “No!!!! …I'm not tired. Let's play one of those Earth games, dad! ...like, um…. chess! or…”
“Maybe once we wake up, I know you’re tired, Barthie.” Smart Butthead replied with, nudging Smart Beavis to pick him up.
Smart Beavis smiled “You can sleep with us for a bit!” he said, as he took his son into his arms.
Despite Bartholomew’s protests, he was carried into the smarts’ bedroom and was placed on the bed.
Smart Beavis tucked him into the bed, as his partner carefully set Beryl in her own baby nest, which they made themselves.
The smarts soon crawled into bed as well, cuddling Bartholomew before both giving him a kiss on the top of his head. It took him no more than a couple seconds to fall asleep.
“Rest now, sweetheart. We love you.” Was the last thing he heard before drifting off.