Finally.

Finally he got to lay down, in his big, comfy, cloud like bed, curl under the covers, and cuddle into his already sleeping husband.

It had been a long day with Izzy, presumably at the start of her teething. She needed constant cuddles, not that he minded too much, but that meant nothing got done by anyone today. She was miserable, which in turn made her dads miserable. His heart broke for his little girl though, knowing she's in pain and there not much to be done about.

He'd spent the last hour rocking her, singing to her, anything to make her get to sleep. He finally did it but when moved to her crib she started crying and the process had to be repeated.

But now here he was, comfy in bed and closing his eyes, hoping for a better day for all of them tomorrow, when the cries started up again.

He groaned, running his hands down his face in frustration. He started to get up, but was pushed back down.

'I'll get her, it's my turn.' Scott kissed Mitch's forehead before leaving the bedroom.

Mitch also didn't mind waking up later to see his two blondes sleeping soundly next to him.