"Dada!"
Kane grunted and rolled over, snuggling closer to his wife, who sleepily poked him.
"Whas goin on, Boo?"
"Emmy's awake," he whispered back.
Tristen buried her face in his neck and went back to sleep and little Ember pouted.
"Dada, up!"
"Too early, Emmybear."
"But I hungry."
Kane rolled back over sleepily and looked at his two-year-old daughter, who smiled at him brightly.
"Hi Dada. I has pancakes?"
He chuckled and got out of bed, lifting her onto his shoulders.
"Of course, baby."
Ember giggled as she was carried into the kitchen and deposited onto the counter by the sink.
Kane cursed as he looked for the pancake mix, which had decided to bury itself deep in the pantry somewhere.
"God dammit," he growled before glaring at the pantry and walking over to the freezer. Thank god Tristen had bought the full-size chocolate chip pancakes. He stuck them in the microwave and turned to the little girl on the counter who was currently studying a piece of lint on her shirt.
"Emmy?"
"Yes Dada?"
"Why don't you go pick a movie?"
Her eyes lit up as he picked her off the counter and set her on the floor. She toddled into the living room and grabbed her favorite movie, popping it into the television and turning it on.
The microwave beeped while Kane busied himself with making her chocolate milk. He pulled the plate out and grabbed her cup, taking them in the living room.
"Here, Emmy baby."
She clapped as he set the breakfast on the floor in front of her.
"What are we watching?", he asked as he sipped his coffee
"Fast and the Furious!"
Chuckling, he kissed her forehead and sat beside her on the couch.
"Your favorite movie now? Just last week it was Child's Play."
"I don't like Chucky anymores. And Uncle Roman told me this was the best movie!"
He grinned and stole a bite of her pancakes when she wasn't looking.
"Thank you."
"Dada!"
Tristen watched them from the doorway, a smile on her face. Kane really did make a good father, just like she knew he would.