Louis nibbled on the black with his toothless gums, looking up at his dad and giggling softly, dropping the block. His dad rolled his eyes as he laughed, picking up the black. “Messy, messy, aren’t you, baby?” he teased, making little Louis squeak. The child rubbed his sleepy eyes, whining a bit and teetering on his bottom. Mrs. Tomlinson walked in, smiling and cooing to her child. She leaned on her husband’s shoulder and kissed his stubbly cheek as she rubbed her round belly. “I’ll get him to bed, okay? Would you mind taking out the dishes, love?” she asked, scooping her sleepy child up in her arms, patting his back.
"Sure. See you upstairs." Mr. Tomlinson chuckled heartily, pecking her lips before heading to the kitchen. Mrs. Tomlinson smiled before carrying Louis upstairs to his tiny blue room. She laid him gently in his crib, spinning the mobile made of stars and moons above him. Louis stuck his tiny fist in his mouth, sucking it as he stared up at his mother. He reached a hand up to her, whining. She hummed, letting Louis wrap his tiny fingers around her own. She sang a soft lullaby to him before pecking his forehead. "Night, pumpkin." she whispered before turning on his nightlight and turning off the light, heading to her own room.