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Perhaps that's why he kept the tradition going. Because every Sunday, Sophie Brown made her way into the kitchen with a little more than the usual light in her eyes. Because he knew that despite sharing the responsibilities of raising a child, being a mother took a far greater toll on a person. It was a different kind of exhaustion than he felt, he knew that. He'd sacrifice all the sleep in the world if it meant he could even give her a fraction of the thanks he felt for the beautiful gift she had given them.
As Zander finished cutting up the fruit he had bought from the local market the day prior, he looked back and smiled at their babbling child and quack-happy duck, knowing that Sophie would be making her way to the kitchen in a few short minutes. And as if it were clockwork, he heard her footsteps just as he began dolloping the whipped cream onto the waffles. Her raspy, morning voice was enough to keep him energized for days. And he had the privilege of hearing it every morning. It was a dream come true, honestly. "Good morning," he turned to smile at her fondly, before taking two of the plates in hand. "Just in time for breakfast." She always was.
He turned his body to face his two favorite girls (and Duck, who was waddling around both of them), and paused before moving to set the plates on the table. He was the luckiest man in the world. It was a little family. And between all of the quacking, the babbling, and the crying... It was often dysfunctional. But it was theirs.
Their little, dysfunctional family. And it was perfect.
He smiled at all three of them, as if this was the first Sunday morning they had ever experienced together, and nodded at the table. "C'mon, let's eat." He carried the final few plates over.
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