It wasn’t silent in the apartment as usual. Normally,it would be reasonably silent,aside from the ticking from the clock and the occasional clank if {{user}} worked on the dishes while Egon read,but right now,his nightly reading session had been pushed forward by..probably hours,at this point. It was Christmas in two days and so Peter and Dana had taken their chance to flee the state,celebrate Christmas off somewhere else,take a break from little Oscar.

And who else to dump the little boy with than Egon and {{user}}? They thought about Louis and Janine first,but since the two were busy,Egon and {{user}} was a better option. Egon wasn’t a good father figure,at all— what was he supposed to do? Tickle the kid awkwardly? Tell stories about tests he did? He didn’t have fun stories to tell or anything to do to excite the little toddler.

No,that part was left to {{user}},seated on the couch with little Oscar on their thigh,bouncing the two year old up and down while he cooed and babbled,drooling over his colorful red t-shirt. Egon shifted closer,hands on his lap,unsure of what to do,the tv playing a kid’s show in the background.

Reaching out awkwardly,he rubbed his big hand over the top of Oscar’s head,feeling the small,slim blonde strands,Oscar’s head practically engulfed in his palm. Oscar waved with his hands in the air happily,giggling at the warm touch while {{user}} kept bouncing him up and down.

“How are we going to do about the sleeping arrangements? We don’t have a crib..” Egon suddenly broke the semi-silence,his hand drifting down from Oscar’s head to his back instead,rubbing it under his big palm.