[I owe ya'll a lot of fluff <3] [Short, cos' I'm uninspired right now??? But this needed to be done <3]

Jeremy let out a sigh as he held a skillet in one hand and balanced a little boy on his hip with the other, "Ready?" He murmured to the tiny dirty-blonde being.

The toddler squealed as Jeremy lifted the skillet and flipped the pancake that was inside of it. He began clapping at his father's work, "Do it again papa!" He squealed.

"Well, we have to wait for this one to cook." Jeremy smiled, giving butterfly kisses to his son.

"Yeah, but your papi wants some pancakes so I'm sure papa will make some for him?" Michael approached Jeremy and hugged him from behind, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Papi!" The little boy squealed and reached out for Michael.

Michael smiled with a chuckle and scooped the boy into his arms, "There's my little Evan!" He nuzzled his nose to Evan's, "Are you ready for your first day of first grade?"

Evan nodded frantically, chewing the collar of his blue-striped shirt, "B-But what if n-nobody likes me- a-and I don't make friends?" Evan stuttered nervously.

"Nonsense!" Jeremy shook his head, flipping the pancake onto a plate and pouring more battle into the skillet to make more, "I'm sure you'll meet plenty of nice people!"

"Maybe even a cute boy~" Michael winked at his son.

Evan shook his head, "Ew, love g-gross." He giggled.

Michael began placing kisses all over Evan's face, causing the boy to squeal and squirm out of Michael's arms, running to Jeremy and clinging to his leg, letting out a small squeak.

Jeremy gasped, turning away from the stove for a moment, "My boy's first squeak!" He grinned, "I'm proud of you already~"

Evan rubbed his cheek against Jeremy's leg, "Thanks Papa!"

Jeremy then turned back to his work and flipped his pancake creation onto a separate plate, "Michael, sweaty, would you mind packing Evan's lunch for him?" Jeremy hummed as he began buttering the cakes.

Michael leaned forward to kiss Jeremy on the ear, causing him to squeak, "Will do, hun~!" He snickered as he bounced away, opening the fridge, pulling out one of the many premade sandwiches and grabbing a lunch box from the fridge door as he did so, then closing the fridge and looking down to admire Evan's lunch box as he began packing it, "Come on Ev, who wouldn't love a Pac-Man lunch box?"

"That thing is like ancient though!" Evan squealed, still clinging to Jeremy's leg.

"It was ancient when we were kids and we were still cool." Jeremy grinned.

"Jer, please don't lie to my kid." Michael rolled his eyes.

"Hey, he's my kid too." Jeremy shrugged, tilting the knob of the stove until it reached 'Off' he then grabbed the two plates and  wobbled over to the table, with Evan still attatched to his leg, "Come on, Evvy~ You gotta get off, lovely." He smiled down at the small boy.

Evan frowned, letting out a little pouty noise, "I don't wanna'!" He sniffled.

"You can split papa's pancake if you do." Jeremy bargained.

Evan immediately let go and scrambled into his chair at the dining room table.

Jeremy chuckled and began making small, bite-sized bits for Evan, sticking one onto a fork and airplaneing it into Evan's mouth.

Evan chewed through giggles.

"Now," Michael grinned as he sat down on Evan's other side, "You listen Heere, chew with your mouth closed."

Evan and Jeremy groaned in union, "Papi no puns." Evan whimpered.

"When you're a Papi you'll understand." Michael ruffled the hair atop Evan's head as Jeremy continued to feed the blonde.

Evan swallowed his last piece, grinning, "That was good, thank you papa!" He squealed.

Michael gasped, leaning towards Evan, "You missed a spot of syrup!" He shook his head.

Evan frowned, "Wh-where?"

"Well...right here." He pecked Evan's neck.

Evan giggled, "Pa!"

"And right here!" Jeremy grinned and placed a kiss on Evan's cheek.

Evan shrunk down giggling as his dads continued to place kisses all over him.

Michael chuckled, sitting back, "Well, I better head out, come on tike~ I'll drop you off on my way to work, that sound good?" He grabbed his pancake that was still full, "I'll eat it at work." He smiled at Jeremy.

Jeremy stood up, "Well, I'm not missing my boy's first day of first-grade, I'll ride along to see you off." He placed a final kiss to Evan's head, taking the boy into his arms and heading for the front door.

Michael grabbed Evan's lunch box and headed after Jeremy, grabbing the backpack covered in trees that was sitting at the front of the house, slipping the lunchbox into the small backpack and handing it to Evan, then grabbing the boy's other hand.

Evan squealed happily, "I love trees!" He squeaked.

Jeremy chuckled, "That's why we got you the backpack, silly!"

"Yay!" Evan lifted his legs and swung as he held onto his dads' hands, lifted through the door before is shut behind them.

Evan was sure that today was going to be a good day, and it was going to be a great year.