After some time had passed, Reyald finally came back home. He walked through the door to find Brooke and Jerry helping out with Tommy and the house. He wondered to himself how long they had been at the house. Then he wondered something that just popped into his mind.

'Where's Ariana? Is she resting? Did she leave somewhere?' Then he shurgged. 'She's probably resting in her bed right now. She deserves the rest.'

"Hey guys." Reyald finally said as he had stayed standing in the front room for a little bit. 

"Shh..." Brooke replied in a soft whisper.

"Sorry..." Reyald whispered apologitically. 

"No problem." She smiled. Brooke then added with a grin. "What's up?"

He shrugged, smiling, "Nothing much. Just got home." He then added as he remembered again, "Hey, do you know where Ariara and Tommy are? Are they asleep?"

She nodded, "Ya. They were both exsausted and fell asleep." She quietly giggled, "Though Ariara had to be presuaded to sleep."

He chuckled quietly, "Ya. She's like that a lot. She never wants to seem like she is forcing people to do things for her. Or anything that has her think that she's making people doing things. She never wants to seem like a bad person I guess." He shrugs.

She nods, "That makes sense. Though I know she's not forcing us. We wanna help."

He smiles, "Yeah. She know that." Then his smile fades once more, "She just has that fear and gets stressed lots because of that and many other things." Then he added, "I'll check how they're doing."

Brooke nods, feeling bad. She sighed a bit, "Reyald... I didn't mean to make you feel bad or anything."

He smiles a bit, "It's ok. I know you didn't mean anything bad. You're just trying to help." He left to go check on Tommy first.

He quietly, and slowly opened Tommy's door. Tommy was happily sleeping in his crib. He looked so cute in his crib. He was curled up, sucking his thumb with one of his hands, and holding his favorite blanket in the other. Reyald then crept into his room, and went to his crib. He smiled as he looked down at his son. Sometimes he still couldn't believe that Tommy was his son. It still didn't seem real to him at times. 

He gently smiled as he kneeled to Tommy's eye level. He whispered quietly, "I love you, and I'm glad I have you and you're mother."

As if he woke up on command, Tommy's little eyes fluttered open slowly. "Dada?" He asked in his cute little voice. 

Reyald smiled, "Hey sport. Did I wake you up?" 

He shook his head no. He was a smart boy for his age, and a surprisingly fast learner too. He made noises as he lifted his arms up, as if he wanted to be carried.

He chuckled, "Alright, I'll carry you." He gently reached down, and picked up Tommy, makings sure he didn't hurt him. When he was in his arms he smiled at him, "There you are."

Tommy clapped happily, laughing. 

Reyald couldn't help but grin and chuckle softly. "I love you so much, sport."

Tommy replied with a big smile, then he yawned.

"Tired?"

His little eyelashes started to flutter shut in response.

Reyald gently kissed his little forehead, "Goodnight, Tommy." He whispered with a smile. He then gently and carefully placed him back into his crib. When he did, he quietly left his room to not wake him up again.