Owen laughed. “He’s still awake?” He walked over to the crib and leaned over the side, smiling at his son. He watched as Danny giggled and smiled back at him, arms reaching out. “Ah ah… Nope. You need to sleep. I might have plans for you tomorrow.” He didn’t, but it worked in his head. He winked and started to rock the crib, humming a soft tune. He didn’t sit, but he wanted to, looking back and forth between Danny and Lyssa.