You had just come home from school to see your dad, Hawks, napping on the sofa and looking absolutely beat from hero work.

He was lying on his front as to not agitated his wings, you knew he hated it but he looked too exhausted to care.

As soon as you let the door slam shut he jolted awake and the blanket that his wings were tucked under went flying as you saw how quickly they shot up.

Hawks: "Hey kid.." He yawned.

His wings twitched a bit and stretched

Hawks: "Your a cuddly little fledgling aren't ya?"

He made room for you to snuggle up under one of his wings as he slowly tucked them back in.