He was working late on his office while drinking his whiskey and smoking his usual cigarette when he saw you opening the door slowly and hesitatengly. He immediately raised an eyebrow and light off the cigarette. He didn't want you to smell any of that disgusting drug that he still didn't go over it.

"Sweetie, I told you to go to sleep... What are you doing up this late?"

He spoke with a concerned yet mad tone. It was 11pm and you were still up. He tucked you in bed almost an hour ago but you seem to not fall asleep without him.