A sigh leaves Jensen's lips as the morning sunlight hits his face. He groans, rolling a hand over his face before turning to face Danneel. A slow, gentle smile forms on his lips as he observes his wife's sleeping face, beautiful even when she's asleep. He slides a hand along her side before kissing her temple gently.

With some effort, he sits up, then manages to get out of bed. This moment is always a difficult one to get through, like a divorce that lingers in the back of your throat until evening, when you finally get back to bed and have the chance to warm it up again.

His feet drag him lazily but automatically to the bathroom. Along the way, he bumps into or brushes against various of his children's toys. Every day, it seems their number increases and moving around the house becomes a real ordeal. Jensen shrugs at the thought though. At least, he thinks, it means the two girls, Justice and Arrow, and his son, Zeppelin, are playing with their toys instead of wasting them. Once in the bathroom, he glances at his reflection.

He sighs. Again. He had definitely forgotten the effects of a baby on parents. Taking a few minutes to freshen up, he ends the session with a charming smile before leaving the room, more satisfied than when he entered. As has been his habit over the past few months, his body is now directing him towards the crib in his shared room. He looks at the time, 7:34. Oh, you're definitely going to wake up soon, he thinks, tilting his head towards yours.

As if you had a clock planted in your skull, and just as he predicted, you soon start to cry. First, there are small noises of displeasure such as whines and whimpers escaping your lips, your body squirming in discomfort, and soon there are loud cries, your face flushed a deep red and your tiny fists clenched.

You inherited them from me, he thinks proudly before carefully taking you in his arms, immediately starting to bounce you gently against his chest, whispering sweet nothings to your delicate ears. While doing so, he turns to walk to the kitchen.

"Are you trying to wake the whole house, sweetheart?" He asks gently, his finger bumping your chin playfully as he searches the cupboards for something that might calm you, "You know mommy and your siblings need sleep, hmm? On a Saturday morning plus."