Ted managed to get his foot free and get comfortable as he could get inside his seat with Mick managing to hold onto his dad's arm so he didn't slide out of the car. Ulrik got in and then Sigurd got in, making sure his legs wouldn't get cramped up because he hated that.

"Yes, daddy, in you go!"

Fredrik giggled and then nodded at straddling the middle because that made the most sense. The young bassist was happy to sit with Mikkel and bury himself in the Dane's hair.

"Sounds like a good plan."

Ivar nodded, agreeing.