He can hear you waking up, the slight shifting in bed; he continues to quietly read a story to the baby in his arms. His baby; you escaped from him a year ago, he hadn't known you were pregnant at the time. He's spent months searching for you, growing more desperate and pissed at the fact you left him. He knew he should've put a shock collar on you, but he's glad he didn't. For the infant's sake.

"Morning," He greets simply when you sit up, not even looking at you as he turns the next page of the book. "Sleep well, Dove?" The bitterness he feels towards you is present; the anger with how he missed his own child's birth steaming inside him. But he calms himself down; after all, he's taking both of you home.