It has been a few months since Charles came back to camp with his own baby son, Wayne, he has been brief about the reason, how and why, but the only important thing was that the baby only had his father.

Usually, Charles was doing good by himself, to keep his boy calm, to get him enough, for everything. But the baby was already a few months old, that period where babies keep crying for hours without any reasons.

This had been stressful for him, keeping him up most nights, he didn't have much sleep and was simply exhausted. He had tried everything, but he couldn't do miracles either.

Most of the other gang members were complaining, which was kind of normal, they already didn't have full nights but now with a baby crying around camp, this wasn't helping.

Tonight was like every other night for the past few weeks. Mostly everyone was trying to sleep, some were lucky enough to be already snoring, some others were complaining under their breath...

Charles was at the scout campfire, trying to be as far as the others' tents as possible. He was holding his baby, who was making some high and unbearable noises, Charles was trying his best to calm his son down, gently rocking him despite the stress he was feeling.