Author's Note: Here it is; the epilogue. Thank you so much for reading, your reviews, and everything else. This was probably one of the most fun things I've ever written.

"Papa, why isn't dad awake?"

A bright smile was sent down to the little blonde boy at the kitchen table. He had to sit on a stack of phone books to properly reach the table, and his feet kicked excitedly as he watched his father bring over a stack of pancakes.

"Because..." Kenny trailed off and laughed quietly to himself, causing his oldest child to tilt his head in the way the McCormicks always had. "Because he's tired."

"But it's 11:00!"

"I know, Bradley, but you have to remember he's very busy."

"But I am too!" Bradley exclaimed; Kenny chuckled and ruffled his hair.

It was actually revenge, Kenny was sure of it. But he wouldn't say anything, and only smiled to himself as he poured a sippy cup of milk and set it on the table in front of the four year old.

"I know, how about you go wake your sister before daddy, okay? I'll have breakfast all ready by then."

It was more like brunch; he had already had cereal with his son at 7:00 in the morning.

Truth be told, he was the one who was usually awake first. He would have breakfast ready, usually, and it would wake Bradley. Georgie, their daughter, was a late sleeper- and Kenny would often have to wake her himself. She wasn't one to throw a fit but she'd sit there for at least an hour without saying anything and doze as she ate her little bites of food.

She was two and already behaved like a McCormick; they liked their sleep.

Bradley barreled into the room laughing gleefully. Kenny sighed heavily as he heard a shrill scream and he gave a pointed look at his son.

"Bradley..."

"I woke her like you said!" He defended, biting back a grin much too similar to Butters' when he was trying to feign innocence. Kenny pointed at the chair and held up three fingers; in an instant, Bradley sat down and wrapped his arms around himself.

Kenny started up the stairs as he heard Butters' calm voice talking to a crying Georgie from her bedroom.

"It's okay, baby girl. Your brother wasn't trying to scare you."

"Yeah-huh!"

"Okay, how 'bout you come down and have some pancakes? I bet papa made your favorite." Blueberry. Kenny had done so. Bradley's was strawberry, and Butters liked blueberry and chocolate chip.

"K-kay..." she whimpered.

Kenny retreated down the stairs, thankful Butters had woken up and taken care of Georige. He was now left to face Bradley, who-

"Bradley Oliver!" Kenny exclaimed as he entered the kitchen. The four year old wriggled away from the counter. He wore a disgusted expression on his face and his hand and face were covered in pancake batter. "I told you to stay in the chair."

"I know."

"You deserve that," Kenny pointed to the batter. "C'mere." He wet a kitchen towel and dabbed at the toddler's face. His blue eyes scrunched and he made small grumbling noses as Kenny wiped away the pancake mix on his face.

A quiet sniffle was heard and the dark blonde turned to the doorway. Kenny smiled softly as Butters sat Georgie in her booster seat and poured her some milk in her polka dotted sippy cup. He then got himself some coffee, and sent a sleep smile to his husband.

"G'mornin'," Kenny gave a slow nod and bit back a smile as he ruffled Bradley's hair, then nudged him toward the kitchen table.

"Sleep well?" Butters just smiled smugly and sat at the table with their two children; the younger man just rolled his eyes and cut up Georgie's pancake.

"Mhmm... you?" the taller of the two gave his husband a blank look that said everything that needed to be said, then set down their daughter's cut up pancake in front of her. She stabbed it with her purple fork and beamed happily as she took a bite.

"Thank you, papa!" Georgie piped up after she swallowed the bite of food. Kenny just ran his hand through her hair and smiled; seeing his family happy was well worth the loss of a couple hours of sleep. Bradley tried his best not to wolf down his food, Kenny and Butters were both trying to emphasize the necessity for manners and eating etiquette, but was finished with his breakfast in a matter of a few bites.

Kenny was finally able to sit down and he scooted his chair closer to Butters'. The bright blonde took Kenny's right hand in his left, and squeezed gently. Bradley talked to them endlessly about a new Disney movie he wanted to see, and Georgie asked if they could see the robot movie she had seen advertised on television a couple days prior.

After brunch, their children needed to burn off their energy. So, Kenny and Butters took them outside to play, and Butters watched as Kenny buried himself beneath the fallen autumn leaves and played leaf monster with Georgie and Bradley. They screamed and laughed as he chased them, all covered in mud, leaves, and collected dew, and swooped them up in his arms before he whirled around in circles.

It was nice to see this, to see his family just act like a normal family, because so often they were under the pressure of a camera lens and Butters didn't feel that was a proper way for children to grow up. He tried to avoid many of the famed events and always made sure to keep a good image of himself, but he would go to any lengths to prevent people from making spectacles of his kids. He and Kenny would share what they wanted the world to know; and honestly that was nothing.

"Dad!" Bradley yelled, bringing Butters from his thoughts. He watched as Georgie threw leaves at Kenny, who lay on his back with his tongue sticking out and his eyes closed. "Come play!"

"Papa..." Georgie said in a disbelieving tone, "wake up." Butters watched in amusement as she tapped his shoulder, then tugged on his sweatshirt. She made a small fist and hit his arm, then squealed as the thirty-two year old growled and grabbed her in his arms.

"I said that to him for years and he never listened," Butters grumbled, causing Bradley to look at him curiously. Kenny smirked and held Georgie close to him. She rubbed her eyes and stared with a sleepy expression as Butters sat in the midst of the leaves next to Kenny.

About twenty minutes later, Georgie had actually managed to fall asleep in Kenny's arms, and Bradley was yawning. Butters helped their tired-eyed son into the house, he stumbled every few steps, and Kenny ran a gentle hand through Georgie's wavy hair as he carried her into the house and to her bedroom.

"Are you mad at papa?" Bradley asked as he curled up in his small yellow and blue bed. The bright blonde man laughed a little and shook his head.

"No, of course not. Why?" the four year old shrugged and nestled into the blankets. Butters tucked him in and smoothed the blankets over him. It seemed that as soon as his head hit the pillow he was asleep. Butters brushed a lock of wavy blonde hair from his face, kissed his cheek, and closed the door to his room. He poked his head into Georgie's room and found her playing with her stuffed giraffe with heavy eyes.

In silence, he walked to the master bedroom, and found Kenny laying on their bed, glasses on the nightstand and a hand over his eyes.

"Tired?" Butters teased. His hand pulled from his face and he soon saw a playful glare before Kenny closed his eyes.

"Exhausted," was the reply he received. The shorter man lay on the bed next to his husband, and tugged on his arm gently. Kenny scooted closer to him, and rested his head on his shoulder. Butters ran his hands through Kenny's hair and leaned back on the pillow.

"So are the kidlets," Kenny chuckled; that was the point. He was good at giving them enough play time and learning time to tucker them out. Sometimes nap time would last an hour; those days both of them were extremely grateful. "Why don't you sleep a bit?"

"Because given the opportunity to either sleep or do other things I'll take the latter, thank you." Butters rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around Kenny's abdomen, then pulled him between his legs; his back rested against his stomach and his head was tucked perfectly between his chest and shoulder.

"Sleep, mister. That's what Friday nights with Uncle Style are for." Kenny made a grumbling noise but as soon as Butters raked his fingers down his scalp he silenced.

"Unnf," Butters just smiled and kissed his temple, then caressed his stomach with his left hand.

"Don't worry... I'll wake you." He felt Kenny stiffen in his arms and he smirked.

"Tha's what 'm 'fraid of," he heard him mumble. Butters burst out laughing and Kenny slowly looked up at him with a tired glare. "Rude."

"I taught you well," Kenny whimpered at Butters' whisper and burrowed his head deeper in his chest. With his arm wrapped tightly around him, he closed his own eyes and drifted off into a dreamless doze.

It was comfortable and warm and Kenny felt right in his arms. Butters was alert but resting, and he liked to listen to Kenny's quiet snuffles. He however, was unaware of the door creaking open, or the quiet little padding of tiny feet on the wood floor.

Yet he was aware of the two little children body slamming into him and Kenny.

"Daddy!" Georgie cried, sitting on his stomach and kicking his side. "Papa..." her voice was whining now, and with one eye open Butters watched as Bradley hit Kenny in the chest with his stuffed dinosaur. Butters sighed heavily as Kenny sprung up and playfully wrestled with Bradley; he allowed the little boy to "win" once they fell off the bed.

"Wake up!" They both barked sharply. Butters nodded and winced at the loudness of their voices. But Kenny was alert and ready to take on the rest of the day. Butters slumped forward after him, and leaned against his husband as he held hands with Georgie.

"Isn't it cute?" Kenny whispered as they walked down the stairs. Georgie scooted down on her bottom ahead of them, and Bradley had already barreled down the steps in attempts to show of to his younger sister.

"Hmm?" Butters asked sleepily; he could go for another four cups of coffee.

"They're just like you!" Kenny teased, and gently smacked his bottom before giving his rump a teasing squeeze. Butters blushed and glared at him, but couldn't bite back his smile.

"They're just like you too," Butters grumbled, pulling him aside, "cheeky and adorable." Kenny made an innocent face, and laughed as Butters swatted his shoulder and stood on tip toes to capture his lips in a quick kiss.