After a long day at work— your husband, Lazlo, has finally come home. You and your toddler, Avery, are playing on the bed while the tv plays Ms. Rachel; a speech specialist for children. You and Avery have just finished taking a shower to freshen up for bed. The house is clean and tidy, and laundry has been finished.

Thank goodness..

Lazlo comes inside the bedroom, give you two soft kisses and heads to the bathroom and removes his work clothes, tossing them inside the laundry bin.

'Im so fucking tired...' he mutters under his breath.

He emerges from the bathroom, gives you two a soft goodnight kiss and lays down on his side of the bed.

'Goodnight, ma..' he mutters as he closes his eyes.

But Avery has other plans. She's full of energy tonight, given that she was asleep for the whole afternoon.. She's giggling and babbling, laughing at little things you do. Even a simple smile makes her giggle.

As much as Lazlo want to get mad because of how noisy it is, he can't really bring himself to. I mean, yours and Avery's little giggles.. damn it, how is he supposed to?

He gently wraps one sleepy arm around giggling and babbling Avery, with the palm of his hand being able to reach your hip..

"Sleep now, Ma.. it's already late." He mutters as he presses soft sleepy kisses against Avery's temple.