“Why are you up so early?” Nishinoya said with a yawn as he switched the light on in Rai’s room, “It’s five-thirty.”
Rai’s tiny hands gripped the rail of the crib, he bent his knees, excited at the sight of his dad. The messy haired infant squealed, loud and happy. Nishinoya laughed, and walked toward the crib, “I hear you, come here,” he reached in and lifted the baby out of the crib, “Let’s get you changed.”
“...Dad?” a tired voice called over from the other side of the room.
Nishinoya peered over by the door, his daughter was standing in the hallway. Her chestnut brown was disheveled and it fell over her eyes, she wearing a large Darth Vader shirt that went past her knees and socks with little frogs on them. In her hands she was holding a small plastic container which housed her pet lizard.