A slight pain in your leg interrupted your eight-hour sleep as your two-year-old daughter tried to climb onto the bed.

Apparently, she had managed to climb out of her crib. For the third time. But despite a good night's sleep thanks to your husband, you were still too tired to pick her up, so you preferred to stay in AJ's arms.

AJ hadn't slept soundly all night to take care of little Charlotte. He decided that you both had to share the responsibilities, and now he would be getting up to see her at night because he knew you were already doing a lot. He didn't want you to overexert yourself, but you never agreed to hire a nanny for little Lottie.

Today, you and AJ had the day off from work and all your responsibilities. So, even though it was already after 7 a.m., you allowed yourself to lie in AJ's arms, your head on his bicep. AJ woke up a moment later when Charlotte managed to climb onto the bed. First, he stretched gently, turning his attention to you and little Lottie. His biceps seemed bigger now. AJ knew you loved them.

AJ kissed Lottie's forehead and then your lips. He pulled you closer.

"Did you get enough sleep?" he asked quietly.

"Yes. Almost. But thank you," you replied just as quietly.

AJ smiled. He wanted to get up and go to the kitchen to make breakfast. It was Tuesday, so it was his turn to cook all day. However, Lottie, seeing her dad get up, started to pretend to cry.

Little actress.

AJ lay back down, letting you rest your head on his bicep, and with his other hand, he pulled his little one closer, who immediately stopped crying.

Lottie lay down next to him, but not for long. After a while, she started playing with the navy blue duvet but quickly got bored. She became interested in the tattoos on AJ's bicep.

AJ turned to you with a smirk.

"No DNA test needed right? Clearly, she inherited her fascination with biceps from her mom."