It was Father's Day, and Jared had The Best Plan Ever. He'd get up a little earlier so he and the kids could surprise Jensen with breakfast in bed. He had set his phone alarm to vibrate and stuffed it under his pillow before snuggling down with Jensen the night before, and had stocked up on all the necessities earlier in the week.

Preparation was half the battle, right?

It seemed no plan was so foolproof it could withstand the powers of Cute wielded by two five year old terrors.

Half an hour before his alarm clock was due to go off, a small hand fisted in Jared's hair and tugged.

Hard.

Jared woke with a jerk and a sore scalp, opening his eyes to the very serious faces of his twins.

It was lucky that Jensen slept like the dead.

"Daddy, come on." Evie was in every way Jensen's daughter. She had the ability to let Jared know he was being a moron with one single, scathing look. It was fixed on him now, as if his sleeping was ruining all her well thought plans.

Jared yawned and stretched. Maybe it was. Who knew what kind of plans kids hatched these days. Especially his kids. "I'm commin'." He yawned, rolling out of bed, his shoulder popping.

Dear Christ, he was getting old.

Jensen snuffled and predictably rolled over, but the sudden movement made the kids gasp and stare with wide eyes, obviously terrified Jensen would wake up, and the surprise be spoiled.

One look at their faces, and Jared decided that IF Jensen woke up, Jared would knock him out for the good of both their health. A pissy Jensen he could deal with - disappointed children, less so. Especially children who had Jensen's big, woobie eyes.

Of course he didn't. Nothing short of an A Bomb going off on the front lawn was going to knock Jensen off his dream cloud. Some things never changed.

"Alright, I'm up, I'm up." Jared whispered, grasping Evie and her brother under each arm and carrying them from the room.

Eric was half an hour younger than Evie, and the poor kid was never allowed to forget it. He was quieter, too, and laid his head on Jared's shoulder as they made their way down to the kitchen. Funny to think that the man he had been named after never shut up.

He set the kids down on the kitchen floor, glad to see them both wearing slippers.

They held hands as soon as they were close enough.

Jared ignored it. He and Jensen had been trying to get them to spend a little more time apart in the last few months, but Eric always cried for his sister, and Evie seemed lost without a brother to boss around.

Jared smiled and tousled their dark hair. They had arranged it with the surrogate so Jensen and he would both get equal chances at paternity. They had never even talked about whose child the twins were genetically, but personally Jared had no doubts. They both had their mother's dark hair, but their facial features were unmistakably Jensen's.

Jared didn't care in the slightest. Evie had his boisterous energy, and Eric had inherited his geekier habits, and they were both the light of his life.

"Daddy, we need ice cream." Evie informed him as Eric climbed on a stool and attempted to turn on the stove.

"Whoah there, little man. No messing with that. Even Daddy's not allowed to play with the stove." Jared hauled the kid up and sat him down on the counter top. "You want to pour the sprinkles out for me?" He gave Eric a plastic container full of multicolored sprinkles, knowing they would end up everywhere.

Satisfied that his son could only cause so much chaos with candy, Jared turned to his Princess, who was attempting to climb into the chest freezer. "Ice cream?"

Evie turned and fixed him with a hopeful stare. "We get ice cream for breakfast on our birthdays." She pointed out.

Jared couldn't really argue with that. It was either ice cream, or he'd have to cook something.

"Sounds good to me." He nodded. "What flavor?"

"Chocolate!" Eric suddenly pipped up.

"Strawberry!" Evie begged.

Jared grabbed both. "A scoop of each?"

Eric and Evie shared a long look before nodding.

"And ketchup." Eric announced.

Jared sniggered. Jensen was going to kill him.

He grabbed the ketchup and set it on the counter. "Anything else?"

"Sprinkles!" Eric showered the floor with rainbow sprinkles in his enthusiasm.

"And cornflakes." Evie shoved the box of cereal over to Jared, who was scooping ice cream into a bowl. "Papa's favorite." She justified.

Jared shrugged, and let her pour a mound of cornflakes between the lumps of ice cream. Eric decorated with his sprinkles, and Evie squirted ketchup all over the top - and Jared's arm.

It went everywhere, naturally, broken cornflakes stuck between Jared's toes as he moved about the kitchen, following orders and fetching various foodstuffs for Jensen's breakfast.

He poured a glass of OJ to wash down the taste, knowing Jensen would be grateful.

Eventually they had a feast worthy of a king, or so Eric declared.

Jared wasn't all that convinced it wouldn't give Jensen digestive problems for years to come, but merely shrugged again and placed the bowl -towered high with practically every item in the kitchen - a spoon, and the OJ in pride of place. He added a mug of coffee, just because he was an awesome husband.

He looked at the kids, who were covered from head to toe in ice cream, ketchup and cornflakes, and wondered if he should give them a bath before subjecting Jensen to their sticky fingers.

Eric and Evie were already out of the door, tray balanced between them, chattering excitedly about how much Papa was going to love his breakfast.

God, Jared had the best kids ever.

He followed, and knew right away that Jensen was awake now, and only pretending to sleep.

Jared took the tray from their hands, and they climbed up on the bed, giggling under their breath as Jensen continued to play along.

Eric peeked under the sheets as Evie tugged on Jensen's pillow.

Suddenly bedding flew everywhere, as Jensen popped up with a loud "Boo!".

Jared stood back, grinning, as shouts of laughter and high pitched shrieks destroyed the peaceful morning atmosphere.

When the tickling died down, Jensen sat back in bed, his hair every which way, a breathless, giggling child on either side.

Jared sat the tray down on his lap and handed him his glasses.

"Happy Father's Day Papa!" Evie and Eric cheered, proud of themselves, and their efforts.

Jared had to bite his tongue as Jensen blinked the world into clarity, and saw the breakfast he had been presented with.

Jensen didn't miss a single beat. He wrapped an arm around each child and pressed a messy kiss to both ice cream covered foreheads.

"You two might just be the best kids in the history of ever. How'd I ever get so lucky, huh?" He gushed, taking the spoon and shoveling a large portion into his mouth.

He blinked, swallowed, and downed the OJ quickly after.

"Daddy helped." Evie squealed on him, snuggling under Jensen's arm.

"I bet he did." Jensen said dryly, taking another spoonful.

Jared felt a little guilty. Jensen would eat every last bit before he disappointed the kids.

"He thought of putting the mustard in there." Eric continued to dig Jared's grave. "We'd never have thought of that."

"I dunno, give it a few years, I am sure you will be just as creative as your daddy." Jensen reassured him.

The kids seemed please to hear that.

Jared sat down on the bed, and Eric climbed over on to his lap. "You like it?" He teased.

"Love it." Jensen said, as good an actor as ever. "I just can't wait and see what culinary masterpiece they help me cook up for dinner tonight." There was a sudden, devilish gleam in Jensen's eyes that made Jared fear for his safety.

"Mash potato!" Eric suggested from his perch on Jared's knee.

"And Chocolate sauce!" Evie thought out loud. "With sprouts!" The girl was possibly the only person aside from Jensen who didn't gag at the idea of sprouts. If that didn't give away paternity, Jared didn't know what would.

"Sounds like a very good idea." Jensen nodded evilly. "Happy Father's Day, Jared."