Jonathan gurgled and curled towards Olivia when she held him, rocking him gently. Olivia loved it when her baby did that and he eventually fell back asleep, resting against her. His hands clenched in her pajama top till it was pried away by Tyler putting him back in his crib.
Jonathan whined in his sleep, sensing something different, and thankfully his pacifier soothed him when Tyler slotted it in. Olivia waited until he climbed back into bed.
“You should try and get some sleep,” she murmured, pressing her fingers underneath Tyler’s eyes. “You’ll be tired later on.”
“I know...” he whispered, kissing her fingertips and she smiled at him faintly. “I’ll live.”
“Oh, I’m sure you will when you’re moody and I will kill you with a frying pan,”
“Sure you will.”
Olivia huffed, turning on her
