The Baxter Building was quiet for once.

Sue and Reed were out for the night. Ben had a rare date. That left just you and Johnny… except you hadn’t even seen him since you arrived.

You were upstairs, rocking Franklin gently in your arms. His tiny fingers curled in your shirt, his eyelids heavy. Without thinking, you started humming a lullaby — soft, low, and warm enough to calm even the most restless baby.

You didn’t hear him at first.

Johnny. Leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, that usual smirk nowhere to be found.