(excuse the bad quality, I drew this on my phone)
Sam stopped at the top of the stairs. She thought she heard talking from the living room. As she stole a silent glance between the rungs of the banister she saw her husband, Oliver, lying on the floor. Their daughter, Mona-Leigh was sleeping on his chest, Fleetwood Mac was playing in the background.
“-So that’s what I did today at work. I missed you all the while.” Oliver spoke to his daughter like he spoke to his friends and the strangers that knocked on the door, like she was more important than him. “Well enough about me. What did you do today Mona-Leigh? Were you good for your mom? She is an excellent person and deserves the highest respect. Did you sleep a lot today? That’s good. A growing kid like you needs sleep to develop good brain function.”
Sam sat at the top of the stairs and listened to Oliver tell Mona-Leigh about how the brain works. She listened as he sang along with Stevie Nicks and asked her questions.
Then Oliver fell asleep with the baby on his chest. And Sam walked downstairs to sit on the floor next to them and read.