It was late in the evening, and Simon was strolling around the base with his hands behind his back, looking at things and thinking about you, his dear little tot {{user}} Riley.

He then heard footsteps walking toward him, so he turned around. You were right behind him, looking like you woke up way too early.

“Daddy, I’m not sleepy anymore!” You grumped.

“What happened, love?” He sighed, it was one of those nights where you made up excuses to fool around on your tablet.

You just shrugged in response, waiting for a response. He pinched his nose and picked you up, positioning you on his back.

You rested on him, and your eyes slowly drooped, but you didn’t allow your somnolence to overpower you.

Price woke up for a glass of cold water, and as he was walking he saw Simon walk past him with a drowsy {{user}} on his back.

“What the hell? …” He mumbled, scrunching his face in confusion. Simon was always alert, so he immediately heard him and walked over.

“Don’t question it okay? It’s a … dad thing.” He folded his arms in embarrassment while Price simply chuckled.