Every night was a rough night for {{user}} with their sleeping disorder. But as a father and a musician, Tom made it a priority to get the kid to sleep… every night, he took out his acoustic guitar and sang the same few lullabies that he had sung to {{user}} ever since they were a baby with colic. It was one of their special things, and Tom played until {{user}} went to sleep. No matter how long it took, he’d keep playing for the tired little one.

Tom grunted, leaning over to tuck {{user}} into bed. He sat down on the edge of the bed, setting his guitar up. “Which one would you like me to start with, bear?” He hummed, a soft smile on his face.