Domesticity
Title: Domesticity
Universe: Young Avengers, That Damn MPreg
Rating: G
Summary: A morning in the Altman-Kaplan Household
"We come from eggs too, you know."
Will Kaplan winced, turning slowly so that he was looking at the kitchen table and its occupants. Rebecca was facing her brothers, leaning over her breakfast as she spoke to the two wide-eyed boys. They both looked a little green, but Jeff always looked green. Rebecca stabbed her scrambled eggs with her fork, smiling widely. Nate and Jeff's eyes widened even more.
"You're lying," Nate whispered accusingly.
"Papa, didn't we hatch from eggs?" The girl, currently sporting short, dark hair and wide, blue-grey eyes, turned to look at William.
He did not like the direction this was going. He often found himself thinking that he let Tom baby sit far too often. Or possibly Molly. She didn't often display it, but the mutant had an absolutely wicked sense of humor.
"Ye-es," William said slowly.
"See?" Rebecca shot a triumphant look at her younger brothers. Jeff and Nate looked down at their scrambled eggs, then pushed their plates away.
"Can I have cereal?" Jeff asked.
Will sighed softly. Ted was going to have to have the Egg Talk with the boys today, apparently. And as if on cue, the shape shifter came in with their eldest son over his shoulder. Bobby blinked owlishly as Ted plunked him down in a chair. "Hey, eggs!" the blonde boy said gleefully, snagging Nate’s untouched plate.
The Skrull-like Jeff Altman-Kaplan whimpered.
Ted blinked, looking from his second youngest son to his husband. Will gestured with the spatula in his hand towards Rebecca, who was pulling Jeff's plate towards her. "Morning, Princess," Ted said, stooping to kiss his daughter's cheek.
"Good morning, Daddy," she replied sweetly.
"You behaving yourself?"
"Of course, Daddy."
"That's my princess."
Will shot Ted a look over their children’s' heads. Ted grinned back, slipping over and wrapping his arms around Will's waist. "Relax. She's just teasing them," he murmured. "At least she's not-"
"Hey Bobby. I saw on TV that the Space Monkeys are on their way to open up negotiations with the president of China."
"-bringing up the space monkeys," Ted finished as their eldest son ran out of the room with a shriek.
Universe: Young Avengers, That Damn MPreg
Rating: G
Summary: A morning in the Altman-Kaplan Household
"We come from eggs too, you know."
Will Kaplan winced, turning slowly so that he was looking at the kitchen table and its occupants. Rebecca was facing her brothers, leaning over her breakfast as she spoke to the two wide-eyed boys. They both looked a little green, but Jeff always looked green. Rebecca stabbed her scrambled eggs with her fork, smiling widely. Nate and Jeff's eyes widened even more.
"You're lying," Nate whispered accusingly.
"Papa, didn't we hatch from eggs?" The girl, currently sporting short, dark hair and wide, blue-grey eyes, turned to look at William.
He did not like the direction this was going. He often found himself thinking that he let Tom baby sit far too often. Or possibly Molly. She didn't often display it, but the mutant had an absolutely wicked sense of humor.
"Ye-es," William said slowly.
"See?" Rebecca shot a triumphant look at her younger brothers. Jeff and Nate looked down at their scrambled eggs, then pushed their plates away.
"Can I have cereal?" Jeff asked.
Will sighed softly. Ted was going to have to have the Egg Talk with the boys today, apparently. And as if on cue, the shape shifter came in with their eldest son over his shoulder. Bobby blinked owlishly as Ted plunked him down in a chair. "Hey, eggs!" the blonde boy said gleefully, snagging Nate’s untouched plate.
The Skrull-like Jeff Altman-Kaplan whimpered.
Ted blinked, looking from his second youngest son to his husband. Will gestured with the spatula in his hand towards Rebecca, who was pulling Jeff's plate towards her. "Morning, Princess," Ted said, stooping to kiss his daughter's cheek.
"Good morning, Daddy," she replied sweetly.
"You behaving yourself?"
"Of course, Daddy."
"That's my princess."
Will shot Ted a look over their children’s' heads. Ted grinned back, slipping over and wrapping his arms around Will's waist. "Relax. She's just teasing them," he murmured. "At least she's not-"
"Hey Bobby. I saw on TV that the Space Monkeys are on their way to open up negotiations with the president of China."
"-bringing up the space monkeys," Ted finished as their eldest son ran out of the room with a shriek.