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Dec 17

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Oct 01

How They Put Your Child to Bed !

Alex: "Daddy," your six year old daughter whines, padding back into your room after you've put her to bed, "I'm not sleepy." He lets out a long sigh, looking at his daughter while she stares back up at him with innocent eyes. "Do you want me to take care of it?" you ask, rolling over in bed to look at the both of them. "No, I got it," he says, giving you a smile, "Go back to bed, baby." You nod and smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek before laying back down in bed. "Go wait for me in the kitchen, okay, baby?" "Yes, Daddy!" she replies, running off downstairs. He kisses your forehead before walking downstairs to tend to the princess' needs. He left the door open so you hear everything that goes on. "Don't tell mommy about these cookies," he says to your daughter once he reaches the kitchen, guitar in hand. "I won't!" she pipes up, nibbling happily on one. He tunes his guitar, sits your daughter up on the counter with her cookies and begins to softly finger-pick a slower, more melodically rich version of "A Daydream Away." "I wish you could see your face right now, 'cause you're grinning like a fool," he sings sweetly, looking at her with a grin of his own. By the time he's reached the end of the second chorus, her eyelids are struggling to stay open. He sets the guitar down and scoops your daughter up in his arms, "Come on, babygirl. Bedtime." "But, Daddy," she manages to mumble. "No buts," he replies, eliciting a giggle from the small girl in his arms. By the time they've reached her room, she's fast asleep in his arms. "Goodnight, princess," he whispers to her, kissing the top of her head before laying her in her bed. When he returns to your bedroom, he kisses the top of your head as well. "Goodnight, my queen," he whispers with a wry but endearing grin.
Jack: "Dad!" your seven year old son yells down the hallway, sufficiently interrupting your private moment with your husband, "Mom!" Jack pulls away from you just in time for your son to come bursting through the doorway. He runs up to your bed, climbing up on it before jumping up and down. "I can't sleep!" he yells between jumps. "Wanna play video games?" Jack asks, looking up at your son. "Jack Bassam Barakat, do not have my son playing video games at—" "Yeah!" your son yells, causing him and Jack to run down the hall to the video game room. You roll your eyes, picking up the book from your nightstand before settling back down in bed to read for awhile. About forty five minutes later, you hear Jack and your son in the hallway. "I think I know why mommy calls you a lebacheese princess?" "A what?" Jack asks, giving a hard snorting laugh. They appear in the doorway and you grin, "It's Lebanese princess, buddy; and it's 'cause he sucks at video games. I beat him, Uncle Alex beats him, Uncle Zack beats him, Uncle Rian beats him, a—" "I beat him too!" your son laughs hysterically, collapsing onto your bed into a fit of laughter, kicking his feet all the while, "Maybe he is a Lebanese princess!" "Y/N..." Jack says in a faux threatening tone, "What are his teachers gonna say when he's at school saying his dad is a princess?" This causes you to be sent off into a fit of giggles yourself. "Oh, that's it... Tickle time!" Jack yells, both him and your son tickling you relentlessly. They tire after ten minutes of this, and quite literally. Jack and your son lay at the foot of your bed; your son half laying on Jack's chest as they sleep peacefully. You smile, turning out the light, deciding to curl up with them at the end of the bed for the night.
Zack: Your son is the spitting image of your husband, and matches him in energy level as well. The two of them are always doing something, playing a sport, running around, laughing or sometimes, they somehow manage to do all three. So, much like his father, your son is often restless at night. You and Zack both thought today would be different because, today, for the first time, he got to watch Daddy perform on stage with his "uncles." Your son was jumping around, yelling the lyrics that he could remember and generally having a blast. Surely, this had tired him out. Or, maybe not. "Mommy, Daddy," your four year old whines, coming into the living room, "I can't sleep." You'd fallen asleep, cuddled up next to Zack while the two of you were watching a movie so he'd just brought you a blanket and let you sleep. He sits up on the couch and brings your son up to sit on his lap, grinning slightly as he gets an idea. "Really?" Your son nods, rubbing his eyes slightly. Zack puts him up on his shoulders and they quietly make their way up to your room. Once he sets the toddler down on his own two feet, Zack opens the window and climbs out of it, bringing your son with him. They lay out on the roof, counting stars together, Zack laughing each time your son loses count; which is usually somewhere around 112. Sooner or later, the counting gets quieter and quieter. The small brunette child curls up next to his father, his eyelids drooping slowly as he falls asleep. Zack lets him sleep for awhile before carefully bringing him inside and tucking him in his own bed. Whenever Zack is home during bedtime, this is a little ritual they share.
Rian: When Rian gets back from Warped tour, it is your anniversary. You insist that you can celebrate when the weekend comes, knowing how exhausted he'd be from travel but he insists the opposite; you two have to go out that night. You leave your three-year-old daughter with her babysitter and think nothing of it. When you open the door to your home, however at just past ten, the poor girl looks more than frazzled. "She just had to wait up for daddy," she mutters, walking past you out of your house before you can even compensate her for the night. You and Rian exchange a look before shrugging simultaneously and setting out to look for your daughter. You walk upstairs and find her wearing one of your bras over top a dress of yours while she stumbling about in your high heels. You stay silent, watching from the doorway while Rian records the whole thing with his iPhone. She just so happens to turn around at the right moment and catch sight of the both of you. "Mommy, Daddy!" she yells excitedly. Rian picks her up, smiling widely, "Did you give Lindsey a hard time tonight?" "Nooo, Daddy," she giggles, burying her face in his neck. He laughs quietly and helps her get out of your clothes. "Alright, time for bed!" you say, once everything is hung up and put away. "No, I'm not sleeping! I wanna play pretend!" "What do you want to pretend we're doing?" Rian asks, bending down to her level. "I wanna pretend... We're sleeping in the jungle!" Your husband laughs hard but scoops her up, carrying her outside with him, "Alright, my little adventurer." You watch from the window with a loving smile on your face as they set up a tent in the backyard. You leave the porch light on and decide to leave them when they fall asleep out there; the moment is too precious to spoil.
A/N: Gaaah, sorry if this wasn't my best. -Sierra