Ike woke up in a warm, cotton chamber. Stirring, he was confused for a moment before remembering last night's events. He had spent the night on his father's lap and went to sleep in his breast pocket. Beneath him, the chest rose and fell slowly. His dad must still be asleep. He slowly poked his head out of the edge of the pocket and looked up at his dad's sleeping face, and he smiled. He had to admit, his dad was quite handsome. Not wanting to endanger himself, he stayed in the pocket and waited.
Dylan blinked at the ceiling as he woke up, sitting up and stretching. He smiled as he looked down into his pocket, at the tiny form of his son. "Good morning," he said softly, lowering his finger into the pocket. Ike gripped onto the nail, and he lifted it out carefully, placing him onto the palm of his other hand and bringing him close to his face. "Are you feeling hungry?"
Dylan blinked at the ceiling as he woke up, sitting up and stretching. He smiled as he looked down into his pocket, at the tiny form of his son. "Good morning," he said softly, lowering his finger into the pocket. Ike gripped onto the nail, and he lifted it out carefully, placing him onto the palm of his other hand and bringing him close to his face. "Are you feeling hungry?"