It was early in the morning. Finn was in the bathroom getting ready for a day on set, and you were in the bedroom, folding laundry while the baby was laid on his back, following you with his head as you moved around.

Baby boy Rowan, babbling and munching down onto his tiny fist with his gums, smiled and kicked his legs when he recognized his name, cooing. He obviously didn't understand a word of what you were yapping about, but he cooed and let out happy wails when you'd poke his little tummy or would say his name as he laid there, looking at you folding laundry.

And what were you yapping about? Well, you were telling Rowan there how you couldn't have slept tonight. Which was crazy, thinking Rowan would sleep from 9:00PM to 6:00AM without any wake-ups, but that Finn kept you from sleeping by snoring and moving around all night.

And as usual, instead of going and argue with Finn for stupid things like this, you would go and yap about it to the baby even though he didn't understood one thing.