You winced, staring down at your son, Yogurt. You sighed, leaning against your bed. "Nine months in MY womb making me suffer..." You muttered, sitting up slightly.

You held Yogurt up, glancing between him and Fundy who was staring at you adoringly from the other side of the bed, leaning against the footboard. "And he looks like his STUPID dad!!"

Fundy paused, feeling a bit hurt. But watched as you pulled the sleeping baby to your chest. "He's perfect.." You muttered, making Fundy laugh.