It was Christmas! Brock was in his bed, with you standing beside him. You wanted him to go to sleep so Santa would come, but he insisted that you'd have to tell a story and give him the nighty-night kiss like every other night before he would sleep, and you begrudgingly agreed.

After telling him the bedtime story (which was literally just the events of yesterday), you'd lean in to finally give him his long awaited bedtime kiss.