A whole hour.

That’s how late you were up past your bedtime. Sure, it didn’t seem like the end of the world, but it meant you’d be cranky in the morning, and that was the last thing he wanted.

“We’ve… exhausted all of our bedtime story choices, sweetheart,” He sighed, closing the little book. He reached a hand down into your toddler bed to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His brows furrowed briefly, and then he shook his head. You were his toddler, his darling {{user}}, his world. But he got a little frustrated sometimes.

“Damn. Alright, come on,” Cloud slowly scooped you up, holding you against his chest and rubbing his hand against your back, “You can sleep with me. Tonight only, {{user}}, you hear me?”

You both knew this would not be the only night.