Him ; Bastille

Lana & Studio ; 42

— Dan's perspective —

"Good girl" I lightly say as I carefully get Lana out of her buggy. Lana looks a little better, it must be because of the fresh air, either that or her curiosity made her a bit wide eyed. "No way have you brought your daughter into the studio with you." Mark points at Lana like she is a dog or something.

With that Kyle walks past totally unaware of Lana. He is in his own world half off the time, he doesn't notice me either. Instead he walks into the kitchen but and flicks on the kettle. "Who wants a tea?!" He shouts before rubbing his eyes like he's just woken up. I mean it is only 7am in the morning. He probably has.

I know exactly how to wake him up. "Yeah. Love one!" I like coffee more. I take it black...and strong as you can get. I need all of my energy for the studio. With that Kyle nods his head and turns around to tend on the tea. Mark cracks a smile. Then literally thirty seconds later Kyle spins around looking startled. "Dan!" He shouts — still looking so tired and completely out of it. Least he noticed we're here. "Aw! Luna!" Oh for fuck sakes. "Lana!" Both me and Mark shout as he nervously laughs in embarrassment. "Sorry. I know it's Lu" — I cut Ky off by giving him a scolding look — "Lana. I know it's Lana." I roll my eyes backwards as Lana sneezes before crying.

"Aw mate. She looks well ill. Come here, come and give uncle Kyle the lurgies." I'm not lying when I say they want a day off — even if they get sick. With that I jump at the offer of Kyle taking Lana off of me. It sounds awful but I really do need to get stuff done, I'm not sure why Kyle is here...he is the second most unneeded member bless him. "There you go..." I lightly say as Lana smiles at Kyle. Lana always smiles at Kyle. It's like my one year old has a crush on the thing that is Kyle Simmons. Kyle thinks it's cute, all of the crew does, even Kitty. It's fucking weird to me. But then again both of her parents are weird so it's right that she is too, a cute little weirdo.

"Be careful with her man." I feel myself saying as Kyle walks off with her and sits on the sofa as he gets his phone out of his pocket and put on a kid friendly show or something. It's fucking weird to know out of us all, me and Woody are the fathers. Not sex obsessed Kyle. He'd make a better dad than I'll ever be.

With that I go over to the kettle and make myself a coffee and two teas. I don't need to ask about the amount of milk they want, I already know. To be honest, I hate that they know that. I then come out of the kitchen area, carefully holding both of their tea and place it down on the side for them.

Now to start the actual day...