Author's note: haha, publishing at 2 in the morning. Thats how u yolo ;) just kidding guys i don't say that...

anyhoo, enjoy! GOOD LUCK WITH FEELS FOR YJ TOMORROW! or today...whatever. MY BABY IS BACK! Love you, Walls 3

Jaime had a rough day. And that was a clear understatement.

Everything in the his morning had been perfectly fine. Ada was relatively calm while getting ready for school, Bart had been very happy as an after effect of the night they had before, and the older man had been in a wonderful mood. But work had to change everything about that, didn't it? Its not like he hated his job-far from that, actually; he loved being able to feel normal in a big working office with nice people and a calm environment-but today had just been way overwhelming, and he was ready to return home.

He pulled into their driveway at 10:23, way later than he normally did, having to stay afterwards as another aspect of why he was particularly hating this day, and parked his black lexis within the garage. He knew that it was far passes Ada's bedtime, he had missed his favorite time of the evening when he had the pleasure of kissing the small girl goodnight, and this made him even more disappointed. He just wanted to get inside, jump in the shower, grab a piece of leftovers and climb in bed beside Bart so this day could finally come to an end. Jaime grumbled to himself as he shut the car door, a little louder and harder than normal, and stomped his way to the door, silver briefcase in hand.

Opening the door quietly, not wanting to wake the sleeping girl, he crept into the house, the entrance landing him automatically in the kitchen, which was dim with a single light. He didn't expect it any brighter, instead setting his briefcase down on top of the island in the middle and making his way toward the refrigerator. The bright bulb was enough to cast a glow through the room, and Jaime automatically reached for a container, knowing the contents of what it contained. He popped open the lid, after of course shutting the fridge door, and began to munch on a chicken wing. Soon enough, satisfied with the food, he threw the bone down the garbage and replaced the contained back where he had found it, ready to call it a night. Stretching out his arms with tiredness, he began to walk out of the kitchen, and turned to go down their hallway. He almost started to move, when he noticed from the corner of his eye, a light coming from within the joint living room. Curious as to why Bart had left it on, Jaime slowly made his way to the open area, only to find the said speedster sitting on the couch, eyes slightly closed, head resting on top of their daughter's, who was fast asleep within his arms. She had on her Batman pajama's, and looked fully ready for bed.

Jaime couldn't help but smile softly at the scene in front of him, too caught up at how adorable both looked to take any chance waking them up. But, it was late and both of them had to have the comfort of their own bed sometime. Sighing to himself, the older man crept towards his family, trying to be as quiet as possible, and reached the two, standing over Bart. He bent down and slightly caressed the man's cheek, causing his eyes to flutter open and glance up to Jaime. When he saw the man over him, he smiled groggily.

"We waited up for you," He whispered, then quickly glanced down to their sleeping daughter before adding, "Well, tried to."

Jaime smiled as well, and bent down to place a kiss on the other man's head.

"Gracias, mi amor." He said quietly. "Now let's get her to bed." He stated, standing straighter. Bart nodded in agreement, and started to maneuver himself from the little girl. She started to shift slightly, but continued to stay sound asleep, so Bart sat up slowly and lifted her into his chest to stand. Jaime helped the two up, and the men made their way to Ada's room to put her down properly. She mumbled softly within her sleep, and changed her head position upon Bart's shoulder, but other than that, stayed perfectly fine.

They placed her into the small bed of hers, and Jaime grinned as he realized that he didn't miss his opportunity to kiss his daughter goodnight after all. He bent over, and pressed his lips onto her forehead. She stirred, but did not wake. The older man allowed Bart to do the same, then the two left the girl's room, shutting the door with quiet ease. They made sure to tip toe back to their own bedroom, closing their door as well, so they wouldn't further disturb the girl. Bart slugged into bed, already in his white tank top and boxers, and waited patiently for Jaime to change out of his suit and tie to join him. He watched, smiling slightly at the way the older man removed his tie, shirt, and pants, in a mythic motion he was so accustomed to, and changed into a clean undershirt. The man then crawled on top of the bed, toward his husband, before plopping down beside him, automatically turning off the lamp beside them and wrapping his arms around Bart's waist. The man let out a content sigh as he felt within the darkness warm lips kiss his neck lovingly, before the same pair were felt close to his ear to whisper,

"Goodnight," and "Te amo."

Jaime felt Bart squeeze his hand in response to his words, and, satisfied, pressed his forehead within the crook of the others neck, where it fit perfectly.

This day had ended well after all.