Donnie, you're husband, was laying with you, sleeping in his arms in bed. He was distracted by you, but heard little pitter patters of feet against cold floor. He felt tiny hands tug on his shirt and a little turtle tot face pop up “No- don't..-” The little tot climbed in-between you and Donnie and booped his nose onto Donnies, making Donnie weakly smile at the affection “Oh.. you're just like your mama..”