This year, it happens on a Thursday, a day in the middle of the week where Yifan usually has work from nine to five and Sehun is at daycare from eight to three until Minseok picks him and Jongin up after he gets out of work. Luckily for him though, Yifan has managed to get this one special Thursday off and he spends it fruitfully, waking up early even before his husband to cook him his favorite breakfast food that he can successfully make – pancakes.   He’s in the kitchen, wearing a large shirt and sweatpants and stifling a yawn, when his precious baby wobbles into the kitchen, holding onto his pink blanket and sleepily rubbing a puffy eye. Sehun stands at the kitchen entrance completely confused at seeing his taller daddy awake that all he does is blink and stare at the foreign alien in his kitchen. The sight causes Yifan’s heart to swell and he laughs, flipping the pancakes on the stove before putting his spatula down and walking over to pick up his severely disoriented son. “Good morning, Sehunnie,” he greets softly while kissing his son’s temple, “Do you want some pancakes too?”   Sehun forgets questioning his dad’s existence at the mention of food and he nods sleepily against his dad's shoulder, “Yes, baba.”   Yifan continues to carry Sehun while he makes the pancakes, turning on the radio on his phone to a soft level to prevent waking up his husband or his son’s sleepy dazed state. It’s not that much effort carrying his small son and he hums along to the songs playing until all the batter is gone and he’s putting the last pancake onto his husband’s plate. But when he looks down to his masterpieces, he realizes he can’t exactly carry the plates to the master bedroom unless he puts Sehun down. But he doesn't want to do that either.   He looks down to his son, tilting his head so he can get a better angle, and he laughs softly when he realizes his son has fallen asleep again. The sight has him internally cooing at how precious his son can be (which is almost all the time) and he quickly makes his way back to the young one’s room to lay him back down on his bed. "Innie?" Sehun suddenly mumbles out once his head hits his pillow, and the word has Yifan instantly glaring at nothing in particular (mainly the spot on the pillow next to Sehun’s head).   “No, Sehunnie,” Yifan manages to whisper back, “No daycare today.”   “But Innie,” Sehun whines in his half-asleep state as he turns over away from his dad.   “You’re staying home with your dads today, Sehunnie. No Jongin.”   Suddenly, sniffles can be heard and Yifan's eyes immediately widen when he leans over to see tears falling from Sehun’s closed eyes. He panics, quickly turning his son to face him so he can comb his hair away from his face and soothe him. “Jongin will probably come over with his daddy too, okay? Later tonight. Please stop crying, baby.”   The tears immediately stop and Yifan breathes a sigh of relief, leaning down to leave a kiss on Sehun's temple again that has him falling back to sleep. “Pancakes,” he ends up mumbling afterwards before Yifan hears chuckling coming from behind him. It makes him quickly jump and spin on his heels, seeing Chanyeol standing there with messy bed hair and scratching the patch of skin of his stomach that shows itself where his muscle tank top had risen in his previous sleep.   “You realize he can command his tears to let them collect and flow whenever he wants, right?”   Yifan frowns at the question but quickly walks over to bring in his husband for a kiss. “Don’t remind me,” he mumbles against soft lips, smiling when Chanyeol simply leans into him and melts against him and his kiss, “I’m even whipped to my own kid. How tragic.”   “You just love us too much,” Chanyeol responds back, smiling back at him when he pulls away, “Why are you up early? Don't you have work today?”   Yifan shakes his head happily at the answer, lacing their fingers together to drag his husband to the kitchen. “Part one of my surprise was that I was able to get today off,” he starts out before showcasing his golden pancakes on the counter and causing Chanyeol to laugh at the incredulity of it all, “Part two of my surprise was that I cooked your favorite breakfast of mine.”   Chanyeol’s still laughing when Yifan pulls him in by their hands and into another kiss that manages to take Chanyeol’s breath away, smiling beautifully when Yifan leans away to bump noses with him playfully. “Pancakes?” Chanyeol murmurs quietly, hopeful lilt to his one-worded question even though he just saw a specific kind of pancakes on their kitchen counter minutes before.   Yifan hums in approval as he wraps his arm around his husband and twirls him, Chanyeol laughing as his hair flops and he’s released in the direction of his cooling breakfast. “Of the strawberry kind,” he kindly informs the younger with a polite smile, “Made especially for my Phoenix prince.”   The nickname from their university days has Chanyeol abruptly stopping his many spins to slap Yifan’s arm embarrassedly. He hasn’t been called that since a year before they adopted Sehun, and the only reason why he’s actually called that (besides his ability to rise from falling to the bottom in most of his classes) is because of his, to put it simply, amazing drive.   The tips of his ears are red as he walks away from his laughing husband, putting Sehun’s smaller plate of chocolate chip pancakes in the microwave and then grabbing his own before sitting at their kitchen table like a sulking child. Yifan quickly follows after him, still laughing, and grabs his own plate before settling down in the chair next to him and pouring the syrup for him. “I can do it myself, you know,” Chanyeol murmurs embarrassedly, face heating up even more and Yifan can’t resist leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek simply because embarrassed Chanyeol is definitely one of his favorite Chanyeols in this lifetime.   “I know,” he simply says, pulling back to pour some syrup on his own pancakes. He smiles to himself, “But I wanted to.”   “Oh my God, stop!” Chanyeol suddenly blurts out, face completely red as he starts to stuff his face with pancakes, “You’re so embarrassing!”   Yifan laughs, eating his own and patting Chanyeol's back soothingly when he starts to choke on a piece of pancake in his haste, “You signed the papers legalizing our marriage. You should’ve read the fine print saying you have to consistently put up with my dumb for the rest of our lives.”   “Yeah,” Chanyeol manages to breathe out, side-eyeing his husban