She watches him for a moment. He's such a man, sleeping and leaving her to the work. Next time - later tonight if she starts crying again, Sarah's going to make sure that he's the one to wake. She'll have her own job to worry about soon enough. He needs to share in responsibility.

"Sleep tight," she mutters condescendingly as she slips out the room. It's a quick walk upstairs to their daughter's nursery.