Apple/Pumpkin/Pecan...Possibilities are endless
Vincent was up earlier than usual, probably excited about the little get together they were having with a few of their friends and the fact that they had to cook for an army. This being said, the sun was just starting to come up and he knew his Papa and Dada would still be tired. They always were after a night of drinking at the Stray Sheep. But he couldn’t help himself. He sat up in the crib, scooting over to the bars and using them to pull himself to his knees.
“M’awake now, pease.” he called. Vincent waited patiently for his Dada or his Papa- it didn't matter how long it took because he knew they would always come for him. They always did, even if sometimes it took a little longer because drinking the funny juice made your head hurt lots if you drank too much. Sure enough, Jonny came in, the door creaking open. The asian male looked more tired than usual, giving a jaw cracking yawn as he approached the crib, clad in just a pair of red buffalo check pajama bottoms and a black tanktop.
“You are awake, huh,” he said with a smile, seeing Vincent bright eyed and practically bouncing with energy. “Well at least you’re in a good mood. Let’s get you changed.” Vincent sometimes didn't like being changed if it was too early in the morning and his room was cold, but it seemed his excitement for a big party with all of their friends had no room for complaints today and squirming. The boy held out his arms for Jonny and the caregiver carefully hefted Vincent up and onto his hip before laying him on the changing table, unzipping the white fleece footed pajamas and easing his legs out of them. “We are pleasant this morning, aren’t we,” Jonny said with a smile, getting Vincent into a fresh diaper and started to tuck him back into his jammies but Vincent protested, pulling his feet away.
“No jammies,” he argued.
“Why no jammies? But it's got sheep on it, baby. You love sheep.”
“Can’t wear jammies to dinner, Papa." Vincent told him like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Gotta get dressed. Gotta make snaacks.”
Vincent chuckled, kissing his baby boy's belly and much to Vincent's relief, did not give him raspberries. “Well I’m glad you’re so excited but dinner isn’t until later. I don’t know if the others are even awake yet and everyone has to get things cooked.”
“We can go help, I wanna make pie...” Vincent supplied. Jonny was incredibly proud of Vincent's eagerness when just a few months ago, it was just Dada, Papa and Auntie Erica- no one else, he'd be a wreck about the whole thing. Eagerness was appreciated but....six in the morning was just a wee bit too early to go to Erica's. Especially when he wasn't sure if Toby went home with Erica the night previous.
“I’m glad you’re so happy to see everyone. But we have things we have to do first.” He tucked Vincent's feet back into his jammies, this time only with mild protest. “And Papa had to work last night, remember?”
“Oh,” Vincent said softly. He’d forgotten about that. When Papa had to work nights for deadlines he needed to sleep longer so he wasn’t grumpy and snappy. While Papa could be grumpy, Dada was downright scary if you woke him up after he worked at night. “How long do we gotta wait?”
“Well it’s six now. We go pick up Nonna at ten.”
Vincent whined, covering his face with his blanky again in frustration. "We're never eber gonna get there, Papa!"
“I promise it’ll go faster than you think. We only got two-and-a-half hours until it’s time to wake up Dada." He picked Vincent up again, giving him his good morning kiss as they made their way downstairs. “In the meantime, you can watch cartoons or help Papa make a pie. What do you think?”
Vincent loved to help and getting to make something that would go to the dinner with them had him even more excited. “Pie,” he answered animatedly. “How do we make it!”
Jonny smiled and set Vincent on his feet in the kitchen. “Well first you wash your hands.”
Not only did they make pumpkin pie, but they also made a spiced bourbon apple pie. Unsurprising to anyone ever, it was incredibly messy to make with a toddler in the kitchen but Vincent was happy he got to test the extra filling with his Papa before breakfast. So worth the early bath. Despite his wiggling, Vincent was dried off and finally dressed before he was allowed to finally go bug Dada to get up for the day.
“Papa, you gotta wake up,” Vincent squealed, “Wake up, wake up! We gotta go get Nonna so we can go to dinner!”
Orlando groaned into his pillow, burying his face deeper in. Whoever fucked up that line of coding that cause their whole program to be needing to be rewritten within a span of 12 hours so they didn't miss the deadline could eat his fat fucking dick. He was still terribly tired from that, combined with the booze but he really couldn't be too upset. Not when he could hear how happy their baby was. Vincnet moved closer, crawling up to Orlando when he didn’t open his eyes right away.
"Dadaaaa." he whined. He tugged one of Orlando's eyelids open to try and get his attention.“We can’t go if you don’t wake up.”
Orlando hummed a bit, rolling over dramatically so Vincent was trapped beneath his arm and hugging him tight when the ravenette started to squirm. “Five more minutes....This is the wiggliest teddy bear I’ve ever seen,” he teased. "Jon, where’d you get this thing?”
"Dada noooo," Vincent whined, but had a smile on his face nonetheless. He pushed at Orlando's arm. “C’mon. It’s morning. We gotta get ready.”
Orlando lifted his head, blinking his eyes open and looking down at Vincent“Hey. You ain’t a teddy bear- You’re just my little Vin-Vin.” He tickled Vincent's belly, making the boy wriggle more and giggle as he tried to escape.
"Dadaaa," Vincent protested through giggles. "Papa, help!”
Thankfully, Jonny took mercy on Vincent and picked him up, chuckling, “Alright, alright. C’mon, Dada. Go get in the shower so I can get in. You don’t wanna keep Nonna waiting.”
“I’m goin’,” Orlando reassured him, finally sitting up and stretching. told him. “You sure you got him? He’s a squirmy little thing today.”
“I got it,” Jonny nodded, “Go on. And make it quick."
Vincent nodded too, letting Jonny carry him into the living room for some cartoons while the pies baked. He’d been looking forward to this all week. Nonna had bought special outfits for the three of them, insisting she wanted pictures. Papa didn’t seem too happy about it but Vincent couldn’t wait. By nine thirty they were all bathed and dressed to go. Jonny was hating the red button up and the fact that he couldn't wear his jacket, but Vincent was very much happy at the matching apparel.
Jonny sighed. It was all for the kid…
Vincent ran to the door happily, waiting for them to join him. He’d been waiting all week for this. Jonny got him buckled into his car seat and climbed in on his other side. Orlando took the driver's seat, his Nonna Lacey always sat in front when she went places with them. She was nice and Vincent liked her. Especially when she came to babysit. She was older, about the same age as Erica's grandfather Huxley and very active. They pulled up outside her townhouse in Soho and Dada got out to help her carry her things to the car. His Nonna always cooked for an army. It was super yummy.
“Is that my Vincent I see,” Orlando’s mother greeted as she climbed into the passenger’s seat.
“Hi Nonna," he answered. “I made a pie. Two! Two pie. Filling was niiiice.”
“Did you? Well I can’t wait to try it,” Nonna Lacey told him with a proud smile.
Vincent shook his head. “You gotta. Dada an' Papa says dinner first.” Vincent frowned deeply as everyone laughed at that. What was so amusing- it was the rules. You gotta follow the rules or you don't get pie. Or cookies. Or anything.
"That’s exactly right, lambchop." Jonny reached over and mussed his hair.
"Jonathan Ariga, don’t make me hurt you,” Orlando warned, staring his partner down in the rearview mirror. With Nonna and her side dishes, including her famous sweet potatoes safely in the car they were off.
Spoiler alert, the pies were delicious.