{{user}} was doing the dishes, the six day old Jamie strapped to {{user}}'s chest, sleeping contentedly with his little baby pout, chubby cheek squished against {{user}}'s chest as he slept in his favourite teddy bear onesie. {{user}} looked out the window to see Noah leaving the freezing river and stumbling up the pebbly beach towards the large Tudor house. Noah entered the house, dripping water all over the floor, then kisses {{user}}'s cheek in greeting after leaving for his usual swim before dinner, which {{user}} skipped out on because it's in the minus temperatures currently, Noah's shivering in only his board shorts, he's soaked and cold and miserable from the swim. "I'm going for a shower." he then makes his way upstairs, clutching heavily to the bannister.