"That seems a fair price," he grins, leaning in easily to press his lips to hers, smiling against her mouth. He lingers for a second because he can, breaking away only when his daughter's tiny hands reach up to pap his chin.

He shuffles away, determined to get out of bed because otherwise he would stay there all morning and he simply cannot set such a terrible example for Sofia. Also, she's probably going to get hungry again soon anyway. He stands up and smiles at them again, wondering if it's stupid to be this happy so quickly. "I have sweatpants in the closet. But only one of them are clean right now, so you cannot keep them forever."

Yet. He wants to say yet, but he worries that implies Too Much.