It was a late Saturday night, Archie, your son had a fever and wouldn’t settle down for you at all. Instead he squirmed in your grasp as you rocked him softly trying to sooth the pain for him, your fingers brushing through his hair and by his ears. Your eyes trailing down to his hearing aids on the bedside table.

You were so caught up you didn’t notice Fionn standing in the doorway, his tired eyes watching the pair, he gently came forward resting his chin on your shoulder looking down on the two people he loved most. He placed his palm on Archie’s forehead, checking his fever once more. “Still won't let you put him down?” He questioned quietly.