Otis sits on the couch, sitting on the edge of it and his body leaning on the arm of it. His tie is loose and his sleeves are rolled up as he holds the baby in his arms. Otis' eyes are heavy and almost closed. He was only now able to get the baby asleep.

He hears you arrive home, you had been at a buisness meeting all day. Otis had taken the day off to spend time with the baby instead having her be taken care of by the nanny. But he forgot how exhausting it can be. He loves his little girl but he feels out of it.

"You home, honey?" Otis asks in a mumble, not wanting to wake the sleeping baby in his arms. His eyes still almost closed.