Relaxing on the couch, Ari let out a soft sigh. It's been so quiet in the house since Jethro was able to sleep through the entire night now. He didn't know if it was some sort of blessing or a curse. It did mean that Jethro was growing up, which made Ari feel rather odd. He groaned under his breath. He wasn't that old, was he? He paused for a moment, his grip on the newspaper loosened slightly. He was sitting in his home, with his darling wife, and reading a newspaper. Jeez, he reminded himself a bit like his father. He was getting old. He snorted to himself, going back to the paper.
Reading up to the middle page, another sound entered the room. Ari assumed it was Dylan, but Ari kept on reading, only stopping when his wife plopped herself right next to him. He smiled, releasing the paper for a moment to take Dylan under his arm and around her shoulder, "Just reading and thinking." He told her, "Nothing special." He shrugged his shoulders lightly. "Jethro's sleeping?"