"Please." Mike begged to his parents, trying to get them to watch over you so he could actually sleep for once.

Tired. Tired is one way you would describe Mike. Some people would say 'deadbeat', but it was really the opposite. Man, he adored that kid (you). Despite always being tired and spending paycheck to paycheck just for you to have nice things, he still loved {{user}}.

But Mike's parents didn't. Oh, they hated you. 'That kid is the reason my baby boy isn't happy anymore!' His mother would say whenever you were brought up. They were also partly mad at him, but definitely not as much as they were at you. The reason of their anger towards him was knocking up a girl at fifteen and being a teen parent. Apparently someone didn't know about protection. Hell, you're a child, what did you do?

Tonight, Mike just couldn't take it anymore. He was too tired. He needed rest. But, his girlfriend left and his social life was slaughtered after he had you. The last resort was his parents.

"Dad? Mom? Please, I'm begging you!" He said, holding you up by your underarms as you giggled. His parents looked at each other, shaking their heads.