“Hey—, hey!” Ron cried out playfully, stumbling after your daughter. Both you and him knew good and well that if he wanted to, he could catch up.

“Daddy’s so old! His back hurts, you’re gonna make ‘im fall over!” He called out, scooping the little toddler and grunted as the wriggly thing flailed around. It was actually quite frustrating how energetic your kid was— mostly because it was bedtime.

“Babe, {{user}}, love’a my life,” he panted softly, confused about how such a tiny little human could wear him out so so quickly. He was a pilot! Sure, his back wasn’t actually going to blow out, but his stamina had never been what it should be ever since getting a kid.

“Please?” He asked weakly, holding out the squirming child. And, you know, of course, the moment your hands were on the girl she was instantly settled into your arms, playfully babbling and clapping.

Sure, it wasn’t.. sleepy calm, but it was definitely a level down from what Ron was dealing with.

“Thank you,” he huffed softly, rubbing his eyes. “Now, put’er to bed so I can get my girl?” He pleaded softly.