It was the weekend, which in the Tennant household meant one thing — sleeping in. The whole house seemed to be in a peaceful slumber, enjoying the lazy morning. But today, you woke up earlier than usual and with that an idea sparked in your mind..

Why not surprise your dad with breakfast?

With that, you padded off to the kitchen, a determined bounce in your step. You gathered everything you could think and got to work. Smearing jelly on toast wasn’t too hard, but coffee turned out to be a disaster. In the end, you poured some orange juice and decided it was good enough.

The result was... unique, to say the least. A slightly crooked slice of toast and a cup originally for coffee but now only contained some juice.. You carefully carried it all upstairs, brimming with pride, and burst into your parents’ bedroom. Without hesitation, you plopped the plate onto your father’s lap and began tugging at his arm.

“Dad! Look what I made!” you announced with giddy excitement.

David stirred, squinting at the plate as he blinked himself awake. Sitting up a little, he gave you a soft, bemused smile. “Oh, what’s— what’s this, love?”