Sunday's swamped doing paperwork today. Some stupid meeting with the IPC took up too much time so he had to stay late to ensure that it'd all be done in time.

Of course it doesn't help that you're sitting in Sunday's lap. He doesn't mind, but you are the tiniest bit distracting. However you're his little one and if you need attention then he'll always give it to you.

"I'm sorry you're up so late, angel, you should be in bed by now," Sunday murmurs apologetically, placing a kiss on your forehead.