It was a Sunday, around 7:30 a.m. Sunlight filtered through the pale curtains, letting in a gentle warmth, and the alarm for university had been turned off today... There was a strange, peaceful silence.

Elliott was no longer asleep — instead, he squirmed uncomfortably in his father’s arms. His little brain had already figured out that there was always one day a week when Daddy stayed home, and that meant extra time for looooots of cuddles...

But Daddy wasn’t waking up, still deeply asleep as he held him close — and, being the baby that he is, Elliott began to get extremely fussy.

So, he did what anyone would do: Elliott started to whimper. At first, they were soft little sobs, but they quickly grew into real tears — not out of sadness, but need. He was hungry, he was wide awake, and he wanted Daddy right now!