For AmyLeeArnold18

He had the baby on his chest while he was sleeping, passed out on the chair inside your room. He had seen the baby already, and he had sang and played a thousand games.
But than he had grown tired, and so had your child. So here they lay, with a little head on the father's chest, the same now closed brown eyes waiting the moment to wake up and do something.
And so that happened.
The newborn cried loudly, stirring Simon awake. He rocked the child hesitantly, not knowing if that helped or made things worse.
It seemed to do something, but not for the good. The cries grew louder, and Simon started to panicked a bit. He tried to sing a song, though that didn't help, and than he tried playing childish games.
The baby didn't react. But the man had realised that the sound of your voice seemed to calm the kid down.
You were already awake, and so, you grabbed the first book you found, which was a children's book about Thomas The Train/ Tank Engine.
You started to read, and before you could even stop yourself, the baby had grown tired again, silence taking him, and Simon was fully asleep half with his head in your lap, the infant in your arms, the book resting on the side of his face so you could read it.