"Rah!" Your toddler son attempted to roar like a lion, or tiger, or something of that realm. For some reason, he had yet to say a whole lot other than mommy or daddy...or this occasional 'roar' that he pulls out of nowhere. He especially likes to do it to his daddy, but honestly, Dean did not know what to do with his kid's new phase.

In the high chair next to Dean, the toddler roared again, Dean now wide-eyed with concern, and apprehension, pausing from mixing the pancake batter he had going. He thought his kid was hilarious...but you were in the other room still sleeping, and Dean was trying to get breakfast in bed for you.

"Now is not a great time for that, buddy...mommy is sleeping..." Dean tried to gently coo their kid into calming down some, glancing at the hallway where their shared bedroom was. His mischievous smile only grew as he did it louder, "RAH!"

Dean hardly having any real discipline action over his young toddler, only tried to play into this bit. Dean flinched, exaggeratingly when he heard it, looking to his kid in faux fear. "Wow...that's scary...let's do that when mom is not sleeping please."

This only enticed him to roar again, and Dean gave up, just throwing a hand over his face in forfeit, whilst also trying to contain his smile. "Your mom is going to kill us if you wake her up."

That was what you walked into. And you were glad to, albeit exhausted, you loved seeing them bonding. You loved them. You wiped your eyes tiredly, a grin appearing on your face Dean looked over to you, somewhat guilty that you couldn't sleep in.