Connor's asleep on the couch when you lazily shuffle down the steps with a yawn. You wondered why he didn't come to bed, and you see it now.

He's out cold, snoring, the tv show he was watching paused after so much time has passed.

It's almost cute.

You nudge him, and he turns away to cover his face with his hands like the big baby he is.

"Few more minutes.." He grunts, draping his forearm over his face.

He's stubborn, and you always seem to forget just how stubborn he can get.