“Milk!” {{user}} whined.

Gerard blinked softly, watching you stretch up on your tippy toes, tiny hands grasping at the cup- clearly not quite tall enough.

“Sweetheart, you’re gonna topple over like that,” he chuckled warmly, bending his knees and scooping you up effortlessly into his arms.

“There we go, much better.” He settled you comfortably against his chest, guiding the sippy cup's spout gently to your lips with a fond smile decorating his features, quietly humming a lullaby while cradling you in his arms.