A/N: Hey guys! So this is gonna be a series of one-shots from Juniors point of view. Hope they make sense and you enjoy them. I have already written them all (I think) so I can tell you that they vary in length quite considerably. This first one is fairly short.
Junior sat in the middle of the playroom floor, in his young hand he clutched a model of a Ranger.
"Junior! Bedtime!" called his mother cheerily. Junior frowned slightly and kept playing, shooting hostile natives left, right and centre. His father strode into the room, still clad in his standard G.L.E.E. issue uniform. He seemed amused by his sons' selective hearing. In one swoop he had scooped up the small boy and thrown him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Junior squealed in delight, laughing as he rode on his father's shoulders. Dr Space-Claw deposited his giggling son into bed as his wife entered the room. Junior burrowed under the covers and allowed his parents to kiss him goodnight.
"Love you." whispered his mother as she turned out the lights and backed out of the room with her husband