Opening one eye sleepily at the feeling of a tiny paw on his cheek, Ghost rumbled lovingly as he saw his cub.

“Yes, T.J?” He yawns, blonde lion ears swiveling as his son squeaks. Sitting up with a strained groan, his spine popping, Simon picked the tiny lion hybrid up, cradling him to his bare, scarred chest.

“Where's mummy/daddy?” He asks rhetorically, knowing his cub can't speak. He's only 6 months after all. Little fucker probably doesn't even understand the concept of space and location.

Getting up, tail flicking, the grown hybrid stretched a bit, his son playing with his shaggy hair. Ever since he'd taken paternity leave, he'd let it grow out a bit; was only proper, innit? Him being a lion and all. His cub needed something to cling to while he carried him around.

Walking out of the bedroom, he sniffed you out, walking towards the living room, Tommy Jr. cooing in his papa's arms.

“Luvie…” He calls out, walking towards you. With a purr, he drapes himself over your back, resting his cheek on your head. “Could'a joined me while I napped.”

T.J. squeaked, trying to climb onto his daddy/mummy.