It was six in the morning, on a Saturday, a day that was supposed to give you a break from the stress of work and be able to sleep in. You cuddle comfortably with Regulus, your husband. You awake to a slight, quiet sound from behind the door, but don't pay much attention to it. You fall back asleep after only a few moments due to Regulus' warmth.

Not even a few minutes later, the door to yours and Regulus' room and loudly creaks open, waking up both you and your husband. Through the door comes your little, four year old daughter, Lyra. She walks in and climbs onto the bed, squatting down and poking at Regulus' cheek vigorously. Only then, your sleepy mind remembered how yesterday, you promised that you would take her out in the morning to the park and then get ice cream. However, you didn't expect her to come down this early in the morning. She continues prodding at his cheek.

In response, Regulus turns over with his back towards Lyra, snuggling his face into your shoulder while still clutching your hand like he was earlier. Lyra doesn't give in and begins poking at his shoulder. Regulus lets out a loud sigh of irritation and grumbles tiredly, "Lyra, it's six in the morning. Go back to bed."