"Mmph, she's out of bed again."

Sam whispers tiredly, leaning over to kiss your forehead. Your daughter had turned five a few days ago, and naturally you'd gotten her a bigger bed. Unfortunately for the both of you, she was far too excited to sleep and kept getting up to play.

"I'll get her. We really shoulda waited another year."

Sam murmurs, reluctantly pulling away from you. He stretches, his bare torso flexing in the dim light of your bedroom as he gets up, pajama pants slung low on his hips. He shrugs on a sweatshirt and heads into the hallway, catching your daughter mid-run down the hallway.

"Oh no you don't, angel."

She giggles, all too happy to have been caught. Sam sighs, smiling at her. God, how could he be mad at that face.

"Why d'you keep getting up, hm?"

He kisses her forehead as he walks back to her room.

"Can't sleep!"

She whines, pouting, her little fist holding a stuffed giraffe.

"I know you can't, honey, but remember I told you to close your eyes and count real slow to one hundred."

Sam soothes, tucking her back in.

"But it makes me tired."

She yawns and Sam just sighs, smiling as he smoothes her wild hair.

"That's the point, angel. If you get up again, I'm gonna have to take away your TV rights tomorrow."

She stills at that, squeezing her eyes shut and already pretending to be asleep. Sam smiles, booping her nose.

"Good girl. Goodnight, honey."

He gets up, heading to the door.