There is this sense of calm that invades his tired demeanor as he opens the door. The television plays one of the less annoying toddler programs, though no one's present in the room. A simple, completed puzzle sits on the coffee table in front of their horrendous yellow couch.
Jasper smiles fondly at the smell of Thai takeout from the kitchen. He watches the scene from the doorway. His husband brushes a pale hand through his frazzled ginger hair as their energetic daughter sits down to her rice and pork. Gwen drones on quietly to Max, their son, about the quadratic equation.
She looks up first with a fond smile and rises, leaving the teenager to his work and food. Holding on to her swelling stomach, she kisses Jasper on the cheek. He kisses her back and covers the hand on her womb with his own, tender and thankful.
She convinces him to sit down and eat, afterwards returning to Max's side to help with his homework. David gently dissects Jasper's day and tells him about his own. Harper demands that Jasper see her puzzle, and drags him back into the living room to see it. Jasper laughs and pretends to never have laid eyes on it.
The night slips by in a very standard pattern. The tired, and obnoxious droning of a junior over his assignments, the melody of a little girl singing in tune to her father guitar. The sweet, teasing promises from his wife of a warm, crowded bed.
Max escapes them to flee into his room, probably to smoke a joint he's managed to get a hold of in order to push through the last of his school work. Harper yawns and curls up with her parents, insisting that she can stay awake long enough to see another episode of Oswald. However, as her body stills, and her eyes droop, Jasper hefts her into his arms and carries her upstairs, David and Gwen in tow. She demands that she doesn't need her nightlight, so they simply leave the door cracked.
As the trio enters their bedroom, Jasper groans and flops on the bed, feeling the tenseness of his back slowly melts into the sheets. David smiles goofily and lays himself beside his husband, watching his wife pull out her work clothes for the next day. Gwen joins them then, sighing as she rests her head upon Jasper's chest. She hums contently along with Jasper, almost in perfect tandem. David chuckles and nuzzles closer. Jasper wraps his arms around his husband and wife, drifting off happily.