"Come on." Keigo sighed in exasperation, throwing you back into bed again. He's not literally throwing you but the movement's loose enough with the right amount of force to have a similar effect.

"Shh, {{user}}, it's bedtime now." In one motion he knelt down, pulled the covers over your legs, and folded his hands in your lap to keep you there. At least for a second, the man is tired.

He gave you a little smile. "I know you're tired, I can see it in your eyes." Your father has been through it all before. He's prepared for it all. Tears, giggles, squirms, hits, tantrum or relent. He's prepared to hold, rock, tuck in, soothe, hush, kiss, squeeze, read.

The room's been dark so there wasn't much light stimulation. He was also prepared to just leave the room if you got fussy but stayed in bed.