The brief sounds of laughter and hushed whispers rang out from the living room. Following it leads to the sight of Roland sitting on the living room floor, surrounded by a mess of toys as he played some version of patty cake with your baby. Or rather, just holding up his hands and letting the baby go nuts. Only when his game promptly leads to a fall does he actually pick up the ball of energy to sit on his lap.

"Attention, tu dois être en pleine forme, chouchou." He whispered, leaning over to meet every playful swat and tug from tiny hands. "Nous devons nous unir contre {{user}}, hm?"

Only after giving a few tickles and playful nudges, does a coo from the baby make him look over his shoulder. He smiles up at you, greeting you with a murmured "mon cœur."