Rose has, with the help of Dasu and Damien, made Duck breakfast while he was still asleep. By the time he wakes up, there's a plate of pancakes and a glass of warm apple juice ready for him. Rose is in the kitchen, cleaning up after she and the boys ate already.
Despite being a cat, and a creature very prone to taking naps, Duck didn't usually sleep in. Though, on some of his days off, there was a rare chance that he would. And Dasu knew when Duck wasn't up at his usual time, that they had more time to work on their little plan. When Duck finally crawled out of bed, looking groggy and barely functional, he paused. The rare moment he caught a whiff of something. The faintest hint of something pleasant before his sense of smell gave up on him. He slowly made his way to the kitchen. Standing there with no expression at first, just taking in and processing everything first. His ears perked up, and his tail wagging slowly behind him. Duck made his way over, slowly, sitting down in his seat. The pancakes were still warm, and his apple juice was made just how he liked it. That slow tail wag quickened. Eyes wide, and a purr rumbled from deep in his throat. Those pupils dilated as his eyes pricked with tears. Though Duck didn't often show it in his expression, his other reactions often did. He was happy. Very happy. It was nice feeling loved.
"It... looks really good. Thanks."
And he began to eat. Savoring every bite.
Rose smiled softly. He looked so happy.
"Happy father's day, Duck." she said. She'd take any chance to celebrate her fiance. He had done so well raising the boys so far, and now he didn't have to do it alone any more.
"I love you."
