John sighs into his wife’s shoulder, hugging her tight. He opens his eyes, wiping the crusts from the corner of his eyes as he looks at the alarm clock on the side of the bed. He sits up when he realizes it’s time for him to wake up, kissing Adrian on the side of the head, trying not to wake her.

John slowly trudges into the kitchen, turning on the coffee machine and getting out a coffee cup. He runs his hand through his shaggy brown hair, he should probably go take a shower.

On the way to the bathroom John sticks his head in his son Jackson’s room, seeing the seven year old is still asleep. He does the same in Maggie’s room, the 5 year old also still asleep. Lastly he looks in the nursery, seeing that you’re still asleep in your crib. John smiles, turning on the nightlight again.

John moves on, walking to the bathroom and closing the door. He steps into shower, turning on the water and hissing as it’s cold at first, his body tensing up until it warms up. John shampoos his hair, using his body wash and washing himself thoroughly.

John gets out of the shower, pulling on his boxers when he hears you starting to cry from your nursery. He opens the bathroom door, cooing as he picks you up from your crib.