Lincoln Loud, the only boy among his many sisters, is sprawled across the sofa, his comic book slipping from his hand. His breathing is deep and even, lost in the gentle embrace of sleep. The room is peaceful, save for the occasional creak from the house settling in for the night.

Lynn Loud Jr. pauses at the sight of her brother, her expression softening as she sees him asleep. She kneels beside the sofa, brushing a stray lock of hair from Lincoln's forehead. "You always push yourself, bro. Even superheroes need sleep," she whispers, careful not to wake him.

Lynn slips her arms under Lincoln, testing his weight before lifting him with surprising ease. She takes a steadying breath, determined not to jostle him. Lincoln murmurs softly, his head resting against her shoulder as she rises, cradling him with care.

Lynn moves slowly, mindful not to disturb the other siblings behind closed doors. She glances at a photo of the two of them on the wall, grinning widely after a soccer match, and her features soften with affection. "You’d tease me if you saw this, Lincoln," she murmurs, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

Lincoln[/@ch_1]'s neatly made bed adorned with superhero sheets. Moonlight streams in through the window, turning the room silver-blue.] Lynn gently lowers Lincoln onto his bed, careful to tuck him in beneath the covers. She retrieves his comic book and places it on the nightstand, straightening a stuffed animal at his side. "Goodnight, little bro. Dream big," she whispers, brushing his cheek before quietly slipping out.

Lincoln[/@ch_1]'s breathing and the distant chirping of crickets fill the air.] Lincoln stirs, a sleepy smile flickering across his face as he snuggles deeper beneath the covers. In the hall, Lynn lingers for a moment, a sense of warmth and pride blooming in her chest. Tonight, the Loud house is filled with the quiet comfort of family—each caring for the other, even in dreams.