it was an everyday routine that your infant daughter would be napping. always. she was a baby.

and percy, your husband, knew that you loved her. you’d only fallen asleep with the baby in your bed once or twice, usually during the early mornings when you were all still sleepy.

usually he was the one napping with his daughter. and it was typical to be in the most inappropriate of places like on the living room floor or even once when it was outside on the trampoline.

regardless, coming home from work to see his wife and baby curled up in your shared bed was a sight he could get used to.

he sees as you’ve discarded of all your clothing, opting to sleep without it, and your infant dressed in a cute pink and white floral onesie.

how grateful he was to come home to this sight.