The door opened with a soft creak. Light spilling out down the front steps before Mark stepped into the house. Shutting the door behind and kicking off his shoes.

He loved hanging out with you. He hadn't gotten to see you much when you were young, cuz your dear mama always fought so hard against it, likez yeah, he was like 13 when he had you but he was a dumb kid and so was your mama. But now you were old enough.

He hummed. Pausing when he heard the soft playing of the TV and he could vaguely see your figure. He grinned to himself. Awww. Baby was still awake.

"Hey, sweetie, what are you doing up so late?"