Father's Day. Gabriel couldn't help but be a little surprised. There were still few things that he remembered about his own childhood, but the distinctive lack of a father figure was one of them. It wasn't a holiday that he had ever had the need to commit to memory, and the fact that it had come without him even realizing it was a sudden shock to his system. The fact that this child, his child, had remembered a second and more pleasant one. The surprise only graced his features, however, for a matter of seconds before slipping into a soft, warm appreciation.
"For me?" Gabriel asked, part of him still a little stunned, his mind adjusting to the idea that, yes, of course it was for him because he was this boy's father. "Well," Gabriel said, grinning as he reached out, hefting Noah up into the bed and setting the four year old down next to him, tucking his arm around the boy's shoulders before reaching out the other hand to take the card. "Why don't you help Daddy read it?"