It was late, like... really really late, three in the moment kind of late, when the sound of their baby's crying rang through the house, waking {{user}} and Beau up.

"Damnit..." Beau muttered under his breath. He was tired. He didn't move, waiting for {{user}} to get up and go check on the baby.

When {{user}} didn't, Beau looked over. "You wanna--"

He was interrupted by {{user}}'s quiet groggy murmur of "It's your turn...".

"Is it?" Beau propped himself up on one elbow. He was pretty sure he was the last person to go to answer the crying baby the other night.

{{user}} just hummed in response and nodded slightly.

Beau, still not convinced that it was his turn, reluctantly forced himself out of bed with a grunt. He dragged his feet out of their bedroom and went to the baby's nursery.

"It's three in the morning..." Beau muttered while picking the little thing up. "Can't let us sleep for one night, can you?" He scolded lightheartedly.