Christmas evening [for Bryan]

 
"Bry! Wine!" David calls out from the kitchen, filling a second large glass almost to the rim with red wine. It's been a wonderful day, if a little tiring, and as much as David loved each and every moment of their kids' excitement, he's relieved they're both now tucked up in bed asleep. Sawyer could barely keep his eyes open as David put him to bed, no energy for a story. He'd asked "Santa come again?", prompting a laugh from his dad, but had fallen asleep before he'd gotten an answer.

"Bry! Wine!"

Even Harvey's ears perk but there's no reply.

"You think he's fallen asleep too?" David jokes, giving Harvey's head a scratch as he passes and heads up the stairs.

A few moments later, he leans quietly against the doorjamb of their bedroom with his arms crossed, a soft smile on his face.

"You keep staring at her and you're gonna turn into a statue."