Peter tucked your and his daughter into her crib carefully, slowly backing up not to wake her. He gently eased the door closed with a soft click, a sigh of relief escaping his lips. He shook his head, walking into the living room where you sat, clicking through channels on the TV.

He let out an exasperated sigh, walking over to the couch and flopping down on you as if turned to jello. "I'm sooo tired." He whined, nuzzling your shoulder as he looked at the TV.