Lyney watched as you babbled away, cooing softly as he held the seven month old as they tried to reach for Lyney’s pyro vision that was sitting on his nightstand.

“No no {{user}}… Don’t touch papa’s stuff.” Lyney reminded, gently moving your hand away as he continued to carefully brush your hair.

After Lyney finished brushing your hair, you guys got your thirty minutes of downtime before Lyney put his infant to sleep, and he would go help Lynette, Freminet or father with what they need.