They were sat in there bed, all cozied up, with an empty cup from their tea on their bedside desk, and a lamp instead of the ceiling light, reading the book they had in their hands. Five seemed pretty absorbed with it, which usually meant that it was a rather particular peice if writing. Their room was kept neat and tidy, which they ALWAYS had it that way. He perked up once he heard a noise from downstairs thar sounded like the front door and the jingle of keys. Five remained there we was, assuming and knowing that it was you. Once you finally came up the stairs and into the bedroom, a deep, annoyed sigh escaped his lips and he slipped a bookmark between the page he was reading and set the book on his bedside table. Five looked up at you with an unamused expression, sitting up straight. You were home much later than you were intended to be, but it was mostly due to the traffic on the way here.

"And where have you been?" He crossed his arms, raising a brow and looking for an awnser.. you were only half an hour later than you said you'd be. As much as you loved your baby, he was a lot stricter than you wished he was.

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