Everyone needs their hours of sleep, especially Striker
Jake wailed when his jaw came into contact with the floor. He continued to scream even after his father picked him up.
"Shh. There, there, it's okay, my boy." Striker cooed as he bounced the impling in his arms, gently rubbing his lower jaw to ease the pain. "Daddy's got ya."
It wasn't long before Jake's cries diminished and eventually stopped.
Despite his soreness and exhaustion after the previous day's harvest back at the farm, Striker still made time to play with his son. If anything, just listening to Jake's happy laughing actually brightened up his day.
Jake giggled when his father blew into his belly, tail rattling above his head.
Unfortunately, it didn't take long for Striker's eyelids to become heavy despite his best efforts at staying awake.
Maybe it wouldn't hurt to close his eyes just for a little while.
Jake watched curiously as his father interrupted their playing session and lay down on the couch. He crawled up next to him and pulled on his sleeve, trying to get him to play again.
"I'm sorry, pup..." Striker apologized with a big yawn. "I need a lil' break..."
"Dada," the impling kept pulling.
"I'll play with ye a little longer when I wake up, I promise..." with one last yawn, Striker finally succumbed to exhaustion.
Jake kept pulling on his father's sleeve for a while until he realized it wasn't working. He centered his attention on Striker's tail instead and nibbled on it for a while until he got bored.
With some difficulty, the impling climbed unto the couch and crawled up to his father's chest, but ended up rolling over unto the crook of his arm. Jake tried to squirm out until he realized it was quite a comfortable spot; he ended up snuggling into it and falling asleep.
Striker temporally regained awareness when he felt a little weight on top of him. Cracking an eye open, he found Jake comfortably sleeping in the crook of his arm; the impling was sucking on his finger and his little tail wagged a bit every now and then, as if he were having a good dream.
Striker smiled and shifted a bit to make his baby more comfortable. He kissed the little one's head.
"Sweet dreams, Jake."