Cries filled the air as Travis tried to rock you. Tonight the three of you, Travis, Taylor and you had to go to a football event. But you made it clear you don’t wanna go. So here you guys are, all ready and at the last second you had a tantrum.

They checked your diaper. They gave you a bottle. They gave you your stuffed animal. Nothing. You face was scruched up in distressed and not even your pacifier made you calm down.

“We have to go, maybe if we play their favorite song they’ll calm down,” Taylor says. So that’s what they did they buckled you in and turned on your favorite song.

—Timeskip to the event—

The event was all oohs and aahs in your face whenever you got passed around to your fathers football team and their wife’s. “Eh eh momma-“ you reach for Taylor and she happily took her back into her arms.

“Trav could you take them? The wife’s are calling me over to take a picture.” Taylor said to Travis. “Mhm. The boys won’t mind” trav says.

“Boop!” You manage to squeak before going into a fit of giggles when you boop Travis’s nose. Some eyes turn when he boops your nose and laughs with you.