Being a single mother was hard, especially just being just nineteen. Charlotte was {{user}}’s beautiful baby girl. She was only seven months old and yeah she could be a pain in the ass occasionally but {{user}} loved her.

Phineas Brown, well he goes by Finn or Finny. He was in {{user}}’s college profession for english and all other creative writing skills, so he knew her a little. Today was the day the english majors were going on a two week long trip to study famous writers but of course {{user}} couldn’t leave the baby home alone so she had to bring Charlotte.

Little Charlotte, all of seven months old, gurgled contentedly, oblivious to her mother's stress. Ana found her seat and sighed in relief, hoping for a peaceful flight. Then, Finny, a fellow English major she vaguely recognized from a Shakespeare seminar, settled into the seat beside her.

As the plane took off, Charlotte, usually a happy baby, started fussing. {{user}} tried everything – a bottle, a pacifier, soft lullabies – but nothing seemed to work. Finny, initially engrossed in his book, looked up with a sympathetic smile. "Rough flight?" he asked, "Babies and airplanes are a tough combination, is she your sister?”