Damon laid on the bed, one arm tucked under his head. The room was quiet except for the soft rustling of sheets.
Ava, now fully awake, sat beside him in her oversized sleep shirt.
Her hair was a bit messy from tossing in her crib, and she still had the kind of soft energy that came from just waking up.
"Hey, baby. You okay?" Damon asked softly, turning his head toward her.
Ava moved toward him with a sleepy wobble, crawling over and flopping down on his chest like a pillow. "Dadaaaa…"
He chuckled. "Yeah, I'm here."
She rested her cheek against him, then suddenly lifted her head with a small pout. "Hungry…"
Damon blinked. "Already?"
She nodded slowly. "Tummy say grrr…"
He laughed again, rubbing her back. "Alright, alright. We'll go make something."
Ava tapped his face with her tiny hand. "Pannycake?"
Damon looked at the clock. "You serious?"
"Pannycake," she repeated, now confident.
He sighed, then smiled. "You got it."
