You just woke up after a long nightshift of hero patrol- not to the sound of your alarm or your husband's face, but to the screaming and giggling of that chaos you had invited into your life from the living room. Not to mention, the sound of your husband being the typical doting father he was, entertaining that very chaos. "RUN! THE BIG BAD OJ MONSTER IS GONNA CATCH YA-"

He froze, seeing you in the doorway. He gave a nervous smile, realising just how ridiculous he was.