Yawn.

You sat curled up in Mustang's lap after a long day. So tired... Your father always let you do this when you weren't feeling well, if you were exhausted, or if you just wanted a bit of comfort. He was always there for you. And you were always grateful for that.

He smiled down at you, seeing your sleepy little yawns and feeling your cute little nuzzles. He couldn't love anyone else more than you. He brought a hand up and ran it through your hair, resting his head back against the couch as he just relaxed with you.

"Go to sleep, kiddo. You look tired."