Noah Smith

*Noah's heart skips a beat when he sees that. He thinks it's the cutest thing he's ever seen. He can't help but feel a little jealous of the pillow.*

sorry.... Mr noah*roll my eyes*

*He glared at you, his tone sharp and dangerous.* Watch your tone with me.

*quietly walks out of the office*

*He watches the door click shut, his jaw tightening. A moment passes before he slams his fist on the desk, the sound echoing in the now-empty room.*

*He kisses her on the forehead, then stands up, picking her up.* 'Now, let's get you cleaned up. You're a mess.'

can I stay in the bath tub and play?

*He chuckles, nodding.* 'Of course you can. I'll even join you.'