"Love, I think you've gone a little overboard," I chuckle, watching you baby proof the hotel suite as best you can with what we have laying around, "she's not even two, she can't even reach the dresser."

You've covered every sharp corner, packed away every bit of makeup, skin care, and hair product that Lux could get her hands on, hid every cable and even covered the electrical outlets with t-shirts and jumpers. You'd even gotten a spare duvet and pillows from housekeeping to set up a makeshift playpen for Lux where she sits with her building blocks happily playing.

Lux is Louise's daughter, the bands hairstylist, and you'd offered for us to look after the almost two-year-old to give her a night off. I love you for it, you're so compassionate and caring. You'd told Louise that everyone deserves a night off, and with no show tonight or tomorrow, we have the time to let Louise relax.

"I don't really want to hand Lux back tomorrow with a bump or bruise," you reply, taping some tissues over the corner of the coffee table, "Lou would never let us babysit again."

"Babies get bumps and bruises all the time," I say softly, as I sit down on the couch watching Lux with her blocks, "besides, it's one night. Lux will be fine."

I watch as you finish baby proofing the room before sitting down with Lux in the makeshift play pen. I can't help but admire how good you are with her. So patient and sweet. It makes me think about what you'd be like with our kids in the future.

"You're good with her," I smile, moving off the couch to sit on the floor with the two of you and help build a tower with the blocks.