Dancing | Cake✔

Epilogue

"Dad!" His little girl, or more like not-so-little girl. She was fourteen and claimed she wasn't a child anymore. Both of her parents would just smile and nod, just wanting her to quit yapping on about it.

"Yes Emerson?" Luke called back. Soon the tall girl (for her age) appeared on the other side of the breakfast bar, sitting down at one of the stools.

"Papa says I shouldn't wear makeup, but it's just who I am. Like, can he not?" Luke chuckled at his daughters words, seeing her wearing her usual dark makeup, matching well with her short, raven colored hair.

Luke shrugged, flipping the pancake he was currently cooking. "Maybe you should try to lay off it for a while, just to make Papa happy, yeah?" He offered her a bright smile, setting an already prepared plate of breakfast in front of her as the other side of the pancake cooked.

She stuffed her cheeks with bacon, resembling Calum's chubby cheeks. She suddenly gasped and her grey-blue eyes widening as she grabbed a napkin, spitting everything that was in her mouth onto it. "I'm sorry piggy," she whispered for a furrowed brow. "Dammit, Dad, your amazing skills at making bacon are too tempting, even for a vegetarian like me," she sighed, cutting into the pancake that was drenched in syrup. Most parents would've scolded their child for swearing, but seeing as both Calum and Luke (even if Calum didn't like it when he did) did, they didn't bother with even trying. As long as it wasn't hurting anybody, then everything was fine in their books.

"Oops," he giggled. "Forgot to give your portion to your brother."

She huffed in annoyance, rolling her eyes at the thought of him. "That brat doesn't even deserve his own portion."

Suddenly, a familiar small voice entered the room. "Daddy, look what Papa did!" Chrissy exclaimed, turning around to show her father how her dark brown hair was done into a perfect french braid.

Calum was always the one to do the girls' hair. It was ironic how Luke was the more feminine one; yet Calum, the tattooed manly man, could do it better. (a/n: okay literally this is my mom and dad. My dad always did my hair as a small little child because my mom couldn't do it for shit.)

"Awe, honey, they look great!" He gasped dramatically, picking her up and placing her on the counter, telling her to not touch the hot stove top. "Where's bub and Kat?" He questioned, pouring more batter into the pan and giving her her own plate of food once done.

"Here," Emerson reached over, placing the rest of her bacon on her sister's plate. "Don't give 'em to Trace, m'kay?"

"Okie," she giggled, biting into a piece.

"Did I hear my name?" Traci peeked his head into the open room before walking in completely and going to stand in front of his twin, Chrissy.

"Want up there, bud?" Luke asked, flipping the pancake, showing the side that was done and a little burnt, but shrugged it off, making a mental note to just give it to Calum so he didn't have to hear his children complain over it.

Traci nodded, Luke picking him up and placing him on the counter with a grunt, giving him his food afterwards.

"Getting too old, Dad?" Emerson teased, finishing her plate with a smirk.

"Haha," he mocked, but laughed when Chrissy told her to be nice. The teen just rolled her eyes; smiling nonetheless.

Luke jumped when he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his waist, sighing and clutching his chest when he realized it was only his husband. "You scared me," he giggled, turning around in Calum's arms and kissing his nose.

The children made gagging noises. "Can we please go five minutes without you two being all lovey-dovey," their ten year-old daughter, Katy, said as she took a spot on a stool next to her older sister.

Calum laughed. "Only 8am and you're already sassy."

"Like always," she remarked, taking the food Luke offered to her. He admired her wavy blonde hair, smiling back at her when she gave him a toothy grin, a few of her teeth missing, for she had recently lost them.

It was comforting to have his whole family here at once, not lost in all the commotion of life. It was something Luke had learned to cherish over the years.