March wakes up to the familiar feeling of someone on top of him and something cold and wet trickling down his forehead. Ah, mornings. What blissful joy comes along with them!

[Color=orange] “Marchhhhhhhh,” [/color] a sort of moaning comes from the lump on top of March. [Color=orange] “March wake upppp!” [/color]

[Color=lightblue] “Go away Auggie,” [/Color] comes the muffled reply. March would stay in bed, but the water that August no doubt poured all over his head has already soaked into pillow.

August pouts. At the young age of “just 10”, he has yet to learn what maturity is. Or how to practice it. [Color=orange] “But it's Jules birthday and if you're late you can't get her a pastry from your weird cafe place and if you can't get her a pastry from your weird cafe place then I can't mooch any pastry off of her!”[/color]

[Color=lightblue] “July will let you have pastry over her dead body.” [/color] This is very true. July, unlike March, has a huge sweet tooth.

The two of them banter back and forth for another 5 minutes until March is so tired of laying on his wet pillow that he stands up while August is still on him. August falls on the floor with a shriek of protest

Ah. Mornings. What blissful joy comes with them.

March feels like he ought to stay home, but since he's head cook and he doesn't know when Monty is coming back, he can't just call in sick. Sorry July, but your 13th birthday celebration must wait until this evening. It's alright though, he'll ask Amelia for the sweetest pastry before he leaves!

He drags himself through his morning routine, distracted only by a yelling 7 year-old and a rushed sister wrapping presents. 

[Color=silver] “Mar-mar, do you want me to wrap yours? [/color] April lays aside a present wrapped in bright green paper labeled “from Sep!!!!!”

March, in middle of making breakfast for everyone while also ironing his uniform, only grunts. [Color=lightblue] “Yeah. Sure.” [/color]

The morning is only slightly more chaotic than usual, and it's just because July's birthday is today.  Also because the whole family does everything last minute. March checks his watch, slides bacon and eggs onto the table, runs off to change into his freshly ironed uniform, and returns to a table already full.

[Color=lightpink] “Happy birthday to me!” [/color] July cries, already stuffing her face with bacon.

March laughs and tosses her a tiny box. [Color=lightblue] “Yeah, happy birthday to you. Open it quick ‘cause I gotta go soon, okay?” [/color]

Yes. The sweetest pastry Amelia has, if she doesn't mind.