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A Perfect Likeness

Word count: 1,695

A/N: This is my first attempt at imagine writing y'all! Just some fall themed Kenny Omega. Hope you're here for it!

 Pumpkin carving is usually an activity you save until Kenny gets home from tour but your son has been asking you about it every day for the past week. Kenny had given you his blessing in the form of a text message a couple of days ago but hinted that you should wait until today when he'd actually be home. Which was fine except that your son had literally attached himself to your leg after dinner, crying out about how bored he was and how Kenny would've already let him start on his pumpkin. So, you decided the least you could do was let him draw his outline as you prepared a pumpkin for Kenny to carve. Besides, you'd be leaving to pick Kenny up from the airport in less than half an hour anyway.

This is why your kitchen table is currently a disaster. Newspapers line its surface with remnants of pumpkin guts, assorted carving tools, and markers. Your five-year-old son is at the opposite end of the table, kneeling in a chair. He's sporting his favorite Ghostbusters shirt and bouncing in place to the beat of the Halloween playlist that's echoing through your house. His hand furiously scribbles away at the surface of the pumpkin in front of him with a permanent marker.

"How are you doing down there buddy?"

"Good." His answer is short. He stands back to admire his work for a second and places one of his hands in the blonde mop of curls atop his head. He nods to himself before lunging back into his work. He's been adamant about keeping whatever he's drawing to himself until he's absolutely ready to show you. He's gone so far as to sprint back to his seat to throw his body over it when you went past him to dump some of the seeds in the trashcan ten minutes ago.

"Alright, just let me know if you need help."

He pauses for a moment before he contorts his face. "Nahhh. I don't need it."

You smile before pulling out a thick clump of seeds and pumpkin guts out of the top of the pumpkin you’re working on. It causes your one year old to squeal in her high chair. You turn to her, scrunching up your nose and pushing your voice up another pitch. "I know! It's icky. Ewwww." She giggles.

"It's a pumpkin mom. They're like that." Your son sighs dramatically from the end of the table. You choke out a laugh. God, he really was his mini me. There is a loud click as he drops his marker to the table's surface. "Aaaaand Done."

"Awesome! Can I see?"

"I guess." You get up from your seat to travel to his side. His arms shoot out as you arrive to showcase the finished product. You smile as you finally gaze upon the pumpkin. There are two lopsided blobs attached with a thin line where the eyes should be. No doubt his attempt at aviator sunglasses. A straight line of a smile adorns the bottom beneath a L shaped nose. There are multiple squiggles on the left and right side, some attempted with a blue washable marker which has started to smudge.

 "Is that daddy?" He nods furiously with a wide grin. "Looks just like him!"

 "You think?"

"Oh yeah!" He glances back at the surface before turning back to you with a worried expression.

"Y-You think daddy will like it?" His need to impress his dad is adorable. He absolutely worships Kenny and everything he does. He doesn't share your knowledge of the fact that Kenny adores everything he does or the fact that Kenny's probably going to take fifty pictures of that pumpkin when he sees it. You'd bet that the Bucks would be lucky to get five photos minimum.

"Daddy's gonna love it, bud! Awesome job!" You extend your palm to him for a high-five. He grins before smacking his palm against yours. The alarm on your phone begins to ping from the Kitchen's counter. You gasp, looking back and forth between your two children. "You guys know what that means?"

"Time to get daddy!" Your son yells, his arms shooting into the air.

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"Again! Again!" Your son yells from the backseat, encouraging you to play the Ghostbusters theme song for the fifth time in a row. You were going to have to suggest Kenny show him a different movie or tv show as soon as he got the chance.

"Okay bud. But this is the last time, alright?" You looked down to the radio, pressing the back button. He grumbles to himself but ultimately begins jamming as soon as the song started up again. You look down as your phone illuminates. It’s Kenny. He says he's got his bags and he's on his way out. As you turn to the passenger side to watch the exit doors, you come face to face with Kenny who is pressed against the glass. He's staring at you through the window with crazed eyes. You jolt and he starts to laugh.

"You almost gave me a heart attack!" You yell to him after you roll the passenger window down. He moves towards the trunk of the car and slings his bags in quickly. He's still smiling as he opens the door to get into the car. He leans over to give you a kiss on the cheek before he settles into his seat.

"Sorry! Couldn't help myself."

"Daddy!" Your son yells from the back.

"What's up buddy?" He turns his entire frame to peer back at the little man. Your son begins motioning frantically at the radio.

"Daddy it's Ghostbusters!" Kenny nods his head, smiling wide.

"Yeah it is! Did you tell mommy to put it on?" Your son nods excitedly from the back. "That’s my boy! Up top!” Kenny extends his palm to him and the two high-five. He turns to you, gesturing towards your son. "Kid's got impeccable taste, just like his dad."

"Sure, he does. But this is the last time we're playing it for right now, right?" You state, looking over at Kenny before glancing at your son in the rearview window. Your son looks down defeatedly at his feet and manages to mumble out a "Yeah."

"Awww. I'm sure mommy will let daddy and you listen to it a couple more times since he hasn't been home." Kenny angles to you with puppy dog eyes in full force. "Riiiight?" You look at your son in the mirror again. He is now beaming at the thought and is leaning forward in his car seat. You let out a defeated sigh. There’s no way to win an argument with the clones.  

"Fine. We can listen to it all the way home." Your son lets out an approving shout from behind you and Kenny reaches for the volume nob cranking it up about three more octaves. The two begin yelling along and even you can't help but smile when Kenny brings out his dramatic dance moves.

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After tucking your daughter in, you clutch the baby monitor in hand as you descend the steps. Kenny and your son are chatting excitedly as you make your way to the living room. The presents Kenny back encircle your son on the floor.

"I see you two are having fun!" You laugh, standing in the archway between the living room and kitchen.

"Yeah. He uh-kinda tore through it all." Kenny observes the shreds of paper and plastic that accompanies the various candies, shirts, and stuffed animals.

"Look mommy! Look what I got!" Your son holds up a new Bullet Club shirt to his torso.

"Very cool!" You give him two thumbs up. He stares at the shirt as if it's a priceless art piece. "Hey buddy, did you show daddy your pumpkin yet?" Your son shakes his head. "You want to go get it ready in the kitchen and daddy can come see it?"

"Yeah!" He yells, dropping the shirt on the spot and racing into the kitchen.

"His pumpkin? Did you guys already carve the?" Kenny stands up. His fingers brush off some ripped pieces of plastic from his jeans.

"No. I just let him draw the outline." You smile thinking of the self-portrait in the other room. You reach out to intertwine your fingers with his and begin to pull him into the kitchen after you. "Come on. You're going to love this."

Your son is standing at his end of the table. He is perfectly centered in front of the pumpkin which he's managed to move down onto the chair. "Okay. Close your eyes daddy!" Kenny's eyes confusedly shift from your son back to you. You nod encouragingly and he shuts them quickly.  

"Okay. They're closed!" Your son begins to wobble with his pumpkin over to Kenny's position beside you. You move over instinctively to help him.

"Hold out your arms." You tell Kenny. His arms shoot out as he crouches down so that your son can place the pumpkin in his grasp. He stands back up, bringing the pumpkin to rest straight out in front of him. "Alright, open them!"

Kenny's smile is immediate as his brows shoot up. His mouth goes wide in excitement. "Oh wow! Is this me?"

"Yeah. D-do you like it?" Your son swings from side to side.

"Like it? I love it buddy!" Kenny moves the pumpkin inches away from his face for a side by side comparison. He turns to you, proudly beaming. "Look babe, it looks just like me!"

"It does!" You look down at your son who is over the moon that Kenny approves of his art work. Kenny begins to ask him questions about how he got the hair and sunglasses just right. After your son gives a detailed artists statement about drawing circles, your daughter lets out a cry in the monitor. You place your hand to Kenny's shoulder, stating "I'll be right back."

As you round the corner, you hear Kenny's voice echo through the hall. "Hold on buddy. I want to send a picture to uncle Matt and Nick!"