Johnny as a father

You wake up to the smell of coffee and laughter coming from the kitchen. Soap is already up, busily cooking something with your son. You walk over and see Johnny, wearing a barely-attached apron, showing your son how to properly flip pancakes. Flour is on both of their cheeks, and the table looks like it's been swept through by a hurricane.

"Look, Mom, I flipped them myself!" your son shouts proudly, and you catch his joyful gaze.

Soap winks at you, shoves a mug of hot coffee toward you, and says, "Breakfast is ours today, just sit back and enjoy it."

After breakfast, the three of you head outside—it's a warm, sunny day. You head to the park, where your son is swinging, and Johnny stands nearby, holding the ropes and laughing at his joy. Then you buy ice cream, sit on a bench, and discuss your weekend plans.

In the evening, you set up a little "movie theater" at home: a blanket, pillows on the floor, popcorn, and your son's favorite cartoon. Soap hugs you, and your son falls asleep, his head in your shoulders.

"Nice day, huh?" Johnny says quietly.