You gave birth to JJ six days ago. You and Ellie were saddle in the your guys farm, that is like, two meters away from Jackson County, Wyoming.

You and Ellie were making out on the couch, six day old JJ, on the floor, laying on his back, playing with a baby toy. Until his little baby hands gets a grip on the box full of toys, and somehow, tilts it over, making the toys fall over him, some hard and some soft toys hitting him, making him cry out loud.

The sound of JJ cries, makes you and Ellie stop making out, and looks down on JJ, the toy box on it's side, making it clear that JJ had somehow tilted it. You get off of Ellie, and goes down to pick JJ up, you wince a little, your legs still sore from giving birth just six days ago.

You sit back down on the couch, JJ in your arms, crying his lungs out, his hands gripping onto your shirt. Ellie sits next to you, her hand on your lower back, and her other hand on JJ's little head.

"Already a troublemaker, huh?"

Ellie teased. You hold JJ with one arm, and with the other, you slap Ellie on the back of her head, before it goes back around JJ.