#Chapter145
There was nothing better than getting back home after a busy day out. With a loud sigh and a soft whine, Ronan shuffled over to the couch, shrugged his jacket off and dumped it on the floor, and fell face first onto the solid black couch. His legs drew up, curling towards his chest, and he drew his new buddy as close to him as physics would allow.
A content moan sounded, his eyes sliding shut.
Yup. This was what good days were made of. This was what life was all about. The only thing that was missing was —
/"Daddy?/" he mumbled, head turning, blinking tiredly at the figure that had followed behind him, lugging the spoils of their day along with him.
/"Squiggles?/" he hummed back softly. He set the shopping down by the wall, striding over with a lazed swagger. /"Are you sleepy?/"
