Catfish and the Bottlemen Imagines

Pancake Day (Dad Van)

AN: Someone sent me an ask on Tumblr today saying imagine Dad Van making pancakes with the kids so I wrote this load of nonsense ☺️ xxx

🥞 As soon as you push through the front door after work you're met with the acrid smell of burning.

🥞 You rush to the kitchen, your anxiety increasing as you see smoke drifting out of the
doorway.

🥞 "What the hell's going on?" You cry, diving into the kitchen to find Van wafting the smoky air with a tea towel, looking a little frazzled.

🥞 "Alright love, you're home early ain't ya? We wanted to surprise ya!"

🥞 "Well I'm definitely surprised," you groan, taking in the messy kitchen countertops covered with flour and egg-shells.

🥞 Baby Leo's sitting in his highchair, face smeared in chocolate whilst he eats Nutella by the spoonful directly out of the jar and you quickly snatch it away, shaking your head.

🥞 Grace is standing there with a huge gap-toothed smile, not looking in the slightest bit perturbed about the mess whilst Van cracks a sheepish grin. He knows the pride you take in your usually spotless kitchen.

🥞 "Happy Pancake Day!" Grace giggles. "Did you forget what day it was Mummy?"

🥞 "Yes I did, but it looks like you guys have everything under control!" You can't help but laugh despite the mess. Everyone looks happy and you love the fact that Van gets the kids involved in everything that he does, even if it creates chaos.

🥞 "Daddy says I'm in charge!" She announces proudly, twirling around to show off the pink apron she's wearing emblazoned with 'Queen of the Kitchen'... the one Van bought you for your birthday. It drowns her, trailing on the floor.

🥞 "Aww sweetheart that looks amazing," you chuckle, a mischievous idea forming in your brain as you look across at Van. You're certainly not going to miss a stellar opportunity to wind your husband up. "It's a little big on you though. Don't you think it'd look much better on your dad? And pink's his colour after all..."

🥞 Van's eyes narrow at you with a kind of 'don't you dare' warning, but it's too late, Grace is already undoing the apron ties and holding the garment out to Van. "Yeah Daddy you'd look so pretty in pink... like a Princess!"

🥞 "It would suit Mummy much better though don't you think kids?"

🥞 "Da-da! Da-da! Da-da!" Baby Leo babbles. It was his first word and Van was delighted when he first said it but he doesn't look quite so happy now.

🥞 "Looks like it's unanimous!" You grin, sniggering as Van puts on the frilly apron, defeated, laughing with muttered threats about how he's going to get you back later.

🥞 Since Van is the newly appointed Queen (or Princess) of the Kitchen, you let him carry on with the pancake-making whilst you relax with a cup of tea.

🥞 You try your hardest not to wince too much at the clattering and poorly censored cursing emanating from the kitchen, and eventually you hear a cry of "They're ready!"

🥞 Van has managed to get flour everywhere, even somehow in his hair, but he seems to have mastered the art of pancake making... there's a huge stack on a plate on the counter.

🥞 You're ready to tuck in but Van's keen to show off his skills whilst he has an audience. "Watch this kids... watch the master at work!"

🥞 Before you can protest he's moving into the centre of the kitchen, frying pan in hand whilst the kids clap and cheer. You resist the urge to cover your eyes, reasoning that pancake batter won't be too hard to clear up afterwards.

🥞 He flips the pancake up with a little too much force and it leaps straight out of the pan at lightening speed, managing to get wrapped around the light fitting.

🥞 "Ahh crap... let me try that again! I perfected it earlier... you'll see!"

🥞 The second and third attempts splat on to the floor and your dog hungrily gobbles up the mess. The kids are in stitches, with cries of "More Daddy, more!"

🥞 "I'd better not or your mum's gonna kill me!"

🥞 Surprisingly the pancakes are actually delicious, and Van looks mightily pleased with himself when you manage to eat five and then ask for one more even though you feel ready to pop.

🥞 "Mummy you should have extra syrup on that one, it's really yummy!" Grace tells you, offering you the bottle.

🥞 But Van has other ideas, snatching it away out of your hands with a cheeky grin. "I don't think you need all that love, you're sweet enough aren't ya?"

🥞 "I don't know... am I?" You ask with a smirk, leaning over to him, your lips meeting in a sticky, syrupy kiss.

🥞 "Mmm... delicious," he grins at you.