The door to Gallagher’s residence had opened slowly. A yawn escaping his lips as his eyes landed on you, the babysitter he hired to take care of his 3 year old son.

His son’s head was on your lap, a storybook in your hand which was favored by the little guy. Your presence brought comfort to him, leading him to sleep immediately.

The sight made Gallagher’s eyes soften as he approached you two. A small smile curving on his lips.

“Seems like my lil’ boy’s sleeping humbly, huh?”