The boys lined up in the evening on the bedside of the silverhaired, watching him as he got comfortable. Everything was in reverse, was it the young ones actually tucking their father in for once, each of them pressing a gentle kiss on their fathers forehead before wishing him a good night and running off to their beds before their mother would catch them.
This was a first. Lying in bed before his children did. Usually he was not even home the moment their mother sent them to climb underneath their blankets and get comfortable between covers and sheets; snuggle against their many pillows to find a good night’s sleep so they could start the next day curious and well-rested.
Their gentle kisses made the man slowly realize how tired he himself was, how heavy his body yet also how warm the bed he was lying in and sharing with his love each night. Their soft voices were what lured a sigh from him, before the male relaxed even further onto the fabric; eyes halfway closed watching them as they ran off to their rooms.
It should not always be this way. The rare moments he actually got to be a proper father and bring his sons to bed, help them get ready and sit down to read them one of the many bedtime stories they did not seem to grow tired of at all. He enjoyed them too much and did not want to miss them more than he already did. However, once in a while this would be fine too. Falling asleep before they did. Somehow it made this house seem more lively.
