"Say 'Papa'!"
"Brh…"
"… 'Papa'!"
"Brhabha…-"
Mathias smiled slightly, the small baby sat on his lap as he spoke. He wanted to try getting Eiríkur to start speaking early, and it seemed he was failing. Of course, he was still very young so he wasn't all that surprised at the lack of formation, so it was okay. Giggling, the Dane lifted the baby up and over his head, grinning widely at Eiríkur, to which the child squealed with delight, kicking his little feet from inside his onesie.
"D'aw, you're such a smart boy, Eirí!" he praised the Icelander, leaning back in the couch with the small boy on his lap. Said baby giggled in delight, babbling at the praise as his chubby little hands rose up to grab for Mathias. With that, the Dane leaned down, lips peppering his child's precious little face, letting out a few of his own childish giggles. The tall man felt a rush of affection rush through him, akin with pride and utter joy. This was his little pride and joy, and he couldn't deny the amount his heart melted for Eiríkur, his Eiríkur. Droopy baby blue hues narrowed warmly at the Icelander, sitting the boy onto his lap and holding onto his hands, wagging them up and down.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine~." he cooed, the gorgeous magenta orbs his son had staring wide eyed in happiness to the older man. "You make me happy, when skies are grey~." The cooing of the lyrics ensued throughout the otherwise quiet living room, large hands holding onto the baby on his lap as it babbled. He held Eiríkur close to his chest suddenly, peppering his platinum blonde wisps of hair that were starting to grow on his head.
"You'll never know just how much I love you…~" His voice grew slowly, as his bright eyes closed, a content expression on his face, heart thumping rhythmically with his voice. "Oh… Please don't take my sunshine away…" he whispered, those bright hues opening to stare down at the Icelander, who had now calmed down, and had begun sucking on his thumb. A chuckle escaped Mathias, and he stood up with the small child in his arms. He thought it was time for a nap.
Checking the time, he nodded to himself; 2:30pm, definitely time for a siesta. He'd put Eiríkur away to his crib, letting the boy sleep. And in turn, the Dane would take his own quick nap. He needed a good half-hour's nap, so what would be the honest harm? Nothing! Setting the boy in his crib, he made sure he was all nice and comfy, before sliding over to his own bed, taking out his phone to give himself a good thirty minutes of nap time. Ah, that should do the trick…