Bigby still wasn't very used to having such a wholesome, domestic life.

After years of working his ass off to gain the respect of people who really didn't see him as much more than who he used to be, here he was — blessed to have met you, and loved you, and even further fortunate for you to choose him to spend the rest of your life with. You two weren't married, but god fucking damnit, he couldn't be happier with where he's at.

Bigby lays on the couch with his daughter sleeping on his chest, sleepily watching whatever the hell was on TV. He wasn't really watching... just the weight of his baby girl on his chest was far too much of a distraction for him to ignore. Hell, just the fact his newborn son was sleeping in his crib in the other room was enough by itself.

When you finally walk into the room, taking in the sight, Bigby can only grin at you.

“Hey,” he whispers, careful not to wake her. “I got the kiddos to sleep a bit ago, so... y’know. Shh.”