Jake groans like a broken pair of bellows when the bed dips with the combined weight of the twins, wanting to tell them to go away so they can sleep some more, but he can't do that any more. So, despite the fact that Cougar is a warm weight on his side, Jake makes himself sit up, wrapping his arms around his babies.

"Alright, french toast for everyone," he promises, hoisting them into his arms and sliding out of bed. "C'mon, gatitos, let's leave Papí to sleep some more, we'll make breakfast and he can come down to have some when he's more awake."

Luckily, they're still small enough that he can haul both of them around at the same time, and their stairwell is wide enough that he can go down only slightly sideways. Thankfully, most of the stuff he needs for making breakfast is still left out from Cougar's midnight cooking jag, which makes his job easier.