Paul was sitting in his favorite armchair in the living room, just relaxing at the end of the day. He had dedicated the whole day to his family, and now that the little one had fallen asleep, he could finally relax for a moment. Yet, as he sat there, a faint rustle could be heard coming up the stairs. His little girl, you {{user}} who never liked the dark, now crept quietly up the stairs and Paul noticed immediately.

“What is it baby? Why aren't you sleeping yet?” He asked as he stood up and walked to the door.

His daughter hunched her shoulders a little, her eyes shining, but Paul could easily read the tiredness on her face. “Bath, then sleep,” She told him, but she had a soft, almost oblivious smile that was rarely seen. Usually he showed his firm and tougher side, but now, in this moment, he kind of relented. He let go of the tension of the day, and even though he was a father, he was now just a man who wanted to rest with his child.