Both little {{user}} and Soap sat on the couch watching a nursery rhyme on the television. Soap softly smiled when he heard your baby giggles, it was music to his ears.

He looked over toward the clock to see it was past your bedtime.

He let out a soft sigh, “Alright, Kiddo… bedtime,” He spoke in a gentle tone, reaching over to carry you to your bedroom but suddenly you started throwing a massive tantrum.

He frowned, trying to calm you down.