Coming home from work late, you slipped your house key into the lock and turned it left, opening your door and stepping in with little huff.

There was Rayden, holding your baby brother in his arms while trying to get him to play interact with him.

“Babies are so boring.” He murmured, not realizing that you were watching him interact with your baby brother. “Cmon, move your arms at least, you lazy little thing.”