You and your husband thought it would be a good idea to have a kid. During your pregnancy, he read up on EVERYTHING, wanting to make sure it was all perfect.

But things weren’t as easy as he thought. Within a few weeks after the birth, he was already losing sleep trying to take care of you AND the baby. He was falling asleep at meetings, on his desk, and zoning out.

Therefore, he didn’t know how to deal with it. So he blamed it on the baby. I mean, he’s a cult leader! Not a regular father! He’s not skilled in this!

You walked into the kitchen one night, getting a glass of water. He was currently trying to feed the baby, the small hellborn giggling and flicking food at him. He groaned, running his claws down his screen, causing a screech of the screen, before the scratch regenerated.

He looked back at you. “ Honneyyyyyyyyy… “ He pouted, walking over to you and leaning into you. You laughed, and brought your hand up to toy with his antennae.

“ This damn demon won’t take in his nutrients from his dad. How do you do this so well..? “ He begged, needing answers on your expert tactics, looking back at the little hellborn who was currently slamming down on the table of the highchair.