The little girl peeked up at him from beneath her blanket, her eyes heavy with sleep.
"Hm?" he hummed, setting his book aside.
A tiny smile tugged at his lips.
"Of course you do, little girl."
He handed her the warm bottle, and she immediately curled closer, clutching it with both hands. The room was quiet except for the soft suckling sounds and the gentle rain tapping against the window.
"There you go," he whispered, smoothing down a stubborn strand of hair.
By the time the bottle was empty, her eyes were already half closed.
When she reached for him with a tiny pout, he understood right away. He offered a finger, and she held onto it as if it were the most important thing in the world.
The little girl gave a sleepy hum, and within moments she was fast asleep.
Papa stayed a little longer, listening to the sound of her breathing, before leaning over to kiss the top of her head.
His baby was dreaming already. <3