A/N: I do not own Finn or anything associated with WWE. Lyrics are from Lion King 2 soundtrack, only the name is replaced and shortened for context. I only own baby and momma.

On a normal night Finn would be in the dark match main event for the live crowd but due to being only thirty minutes from his home and family, he had been granted the privilege of leaving before the show ended. He was on at the ten o'clock spot for a an in-ring segment with acting general manager Baron Corbin which only went for about ten minutes.

Once he had changed and gotten into his car, he was ready to make the thirty-minute drive home. He knew his wife wouldn't be expecting him so soon. He chuckled to himself thinking of how surprised she would be to see him.

When he pulled up to the house, he saw the lights on in the front room, a sure-fire sign that his wife had been—still was? He wasn't sure—watching the show. He hoped she wouldn't be frightened by his earlier then expected appearance.

Finn grabbed his bag from the front seat's floor and exited his car, slinging the bag across his shoulder as he started up the path towards the front door of his home. Walking up the path, he saw the silhouette of his wife through the window and increased his pace.

Sliding the key into the lock, he opened the door softly in case the baby was asleep. From his right, he heard his wife singing softly to the baby.

Sleep, my little Kian,

let your dreams take wing;

one day when you're big and strong,

you will be a king.

I dream a dream so pretty;

that I don't feel so depressed.

'Cause it soothes my inner kitty,

and it helps me get some rest.

"Love?" he called softly, shutting the door behind him and dropping his bag onto the small bench in the entryway. A small smile played on his lips as he came further into the living room and he caught sight of the scene before him.

His wife Gemma, clad in pajamas and a terrycloth robe, held their son Kian close to her chest. She hummed the melody of her song as she looked up to catch eyes with Finn.

"Hi handsome," she greeted. In her arms the baby stirred. "Look who's home, Kian. Its daddy."

"My little man," Finn smiled, taking the small boy from his mother. "Momma's singing funny songs again, isn't she?"

Gemma rolled her eyes playfully. "Knowing he's your son, he's going to follow your footsteps to become a king in his own right."

Finn looked down at the half-asleep baby in his arms and felt his heart swell with happiness. "Our little prince."